Now that poetry has found me at last,
it feels like I can die any minute without it being in vain.

A poem is a poet's way to be a rebel,
to write is to live forever when nothing else matters.

How fragile is a poet's inner soul -
the one you condemn, rip out, and abandon to the sea.

I used to think I was dead already, someone without a voice
and then you came to me like love, without me even choosing

These words that fall from my pen each day
connect me to more than who I am, more than I could ever be.

And now I wonder, when I write my final word
take my final breathe, will you truly know me for who I really was?

It takes a pencil to write a poem,
  a piece of white paper, a leaking
mind, a cup of tea, to hold.
  And a poem is what makes a poet.

You really believe –
If you don’t love me back, I would stop caring.
  Caring for not to care anymore.
If you told me to stop loving you, I would walk away.
  And I’ll still be loving you secretly from distance.
If you disappear, I would be better off without you.
  I shall have no life to live, all broken.
If I forgot you, I would stop thinking about you.
  You’ll always be my every Sweetest nightmare.
If we never met, I would see through happiness.
  Hell, what’s the point of it then?

You wish not to take my heart
  when you die –
Lying on a hospital bed, you pray
  while holding my hand.
You wouldn’t take my heart, you
  can’t, I’ve lost it long before I
knew I am going to lose you.
   I didn’t say anything.

Death is hard, saying Goodbye is
  harder, but Letting go,
it is the hardest.
  I don’t see how I can.

They said there’s nothing left
  for me to do but pray.
Except I don’t believe in God,
  yet I hope you enter Heaven.
You told me it’s a place of lonely
  peace, and you will love
me again upon my shoulders.
  I didn’t feel anything.

You’re not an angel, but you’re
  the Closest thing to Heaven
I’ve ever touched.
  I wish I believed.

Way down in the Water, I
   stand still.
As you want me to,
   as Always.
Hide, and Survive.

Tired, so exhausted I
   am now.
Don’t mess it up, just no,
   would you?
Slip, keep silent.

He ain’t got no good,
  he ain’t got no right,
he ain’t got no chance,
  to pick on my Brother.
Make it easier.

Take a good, nice sip
   of you.
It will never, in a long time,
   be enough.
Slowly, be aware.

You just can’t see it,
   can you?
He just wouldn’t listen,
   would he?
You need no to ruin.

Dream it Beautifully, with
   no sense of dread.
Tend a Rabbit, get a
   Garden full with pretty
softy things and,
   you’re with me.

Have it come true, please,
   in a world like this,
with a guy like you,
   in so many ways, I
somehow speechless.

Help, live it out loud
   please help.
I want this I want this,
   life could be so cruel
Still, with you I am
   safe, as a sleeping
Child in a cave.
   You’ve found me.

Because I got you and,
   you got me.
We got each other.

As Innocence fade away, all
   you have left, son,
is guilt, and there’s no
   turning back.
Unsavable, this time.

The very Scent of her
   takes away the
Smell of the Bunk House.

Shut it, don't ever,
   you can never lay a
sight on her.
   Take it in, for it’s
Not just another hell
   I’ve given you.

Mean to be lost, him,
   alone from the beginning.
Can’t deny so,
   you choose to destroy.
Loudly, **** him.

I think I knowed from
   the very First.
Thought I could stop, but
   it happens anyway.
Run, not again.

Love me, if you’re still
   capable to do it.
As all these time, you
   know what is the
Best for me,
   don’t you?

What’s now, I’ll listen,
   I really will, and
have them Remember
   like I never have.
Leave, let’s not.

As you want to,
   As you want me to,
As you want me to want us to,
   Choose, to see
the Truth in you.

You hear it, can
   you see? Just, close
Your eyes and imagine.
   Bang.

I**

Does reality scare you somehow?
  I know what it does to me.
Dreamless, braindead,
  mocking me like a Prophet to the past.
And I ****** up.