Locked within a room
As square, as square can be
Nothing but a tiny door
A door without a key
This little square was pleasant once
And I was happy then
Till happiness got out of hand
and slowly turned to sin
A snake crawled in beneath the door
And I was made to see
Oblivion lived beyond the door
It handed me a key
The key was just a half drop size
But I was glad to see
peace and courage lay beyond
Theres no going back for me

Sitting here feeling numb
words for poems wont come
Cant think Brain dead
Thoughts racing round my head
Soul has fled and left me here
swaddled in my cloak of fear
The darkened night is closing in
The stomach knots appear again
Head is pounding one,two , three
Please,Oh please just pray for me

Always spitting poison
With that your truly blessed
You want another apology?
Well, I did my ******* best

Life doesn't come with a book of how
Of dos of dont and must
Understand I really tried
And I'm sorry for your disgust

Life is never perfect
It wasn't meant to be
Just know I really really tried
With all I had in me

I just need to tell you all
how wonderful you are
Each and every one of you
Make me so proud
In so many different ways
and for so many different reasons
Most of all for being your own
beautiful unique selves

I feel proud of myself too
For having a hand in shaping
             You all.

When we share a common silence
Of the thoughts within our mind
Of things left yet unborn
and things long left behind
We are sharing something special
Although we may not say
Through the common silence shared
we are trying to find our way
For a silence in its simplest form
can do much more than speech
It can delve within the soul
a place no words can reach
It kills a conversation
It kills every added sound
Behind a cosy silence
The dept of life is found

I am sick of words
that flow and tumble
randomly from my mind
Not making the right sound
or having the correct flow
My instinct is to **** them,
chop them up and discard them
Leave them
-like rare orchards
in the desert never to be seen
The man with the Hoover
will come tomorrow,
he' l put the tube through my ear
and **** the words out one by one.
Ill hear them swishing past as they go.
ill replace them with better words,
bigger words,
college words
with little connecting words in between
Ill make a chain of words
and use them up
before the Hoover man comes again
Ill be their savoir-
I may even become a poet

They came in the night- unannounced
Seering pain that tore my heart
This is it,   I,m going to die
No wait, ... its just another ****