I wish I could take away
All your pain and agony,
To make your bleeding heart
Stop drowning,
And secure your lungs
With the warmth of mine,
To undo all your suffocation
Thrusted upon you by others.

I know life is
Hard for you,
But you do not
Have to worry,
For I too am dying in this
Reality if nightmares,
And cannot stop all the horror
That I feel,
Nor can I dance in depression
That overcomes my soul, either.

Life for me
Has never been easy,
And although I have
Every reason to stop trying,
I have convinced the world
That I am capable to escape
All the prisons it has
Set for me,
And Maybe it is time
That you should too.

So my lovely,
Even though you feel
As though you will
Never be understood,
Or accepted,
Just stay calm,
And remember, I am always
Thinking about you,
And I will always be
Here for you,
No matter the conditions.

Never doubt my loving heart,
Nor my powerful empathy,
For I see the pain
In your broken soul,
And sense the throbbing pain
Others make you feel,

Just always know
That although you may
Be hurting,
I am hurting a thousand times more,
Knowing that this reality
Has stolen your beautiful
Love for life,
Just because you are
A little different.

An image painted on a canvas
For the whole world to see
Is the image what they notice
Or is it what truly lies beneath
On the outside there's beauty
Radiating a hint of happiness
Filled with life and enthusiasm
Enjoyed by all who see, or notice
The hands that created this masterpiece
Must have been solid, and stern
For the wall that holds this canvas
Has a black lining the eyes can't see
Bitterness, shallow, and heartless
Covered with a coating of gold
To the human eye to seem like perfection
For there is no happiness within
An abundance of repentance
that grows under this image,
stretching high up along the walls
The image of everlasting beauty
Trees swaying in the background
Beautiful flowers blooming abundantly
The sun shining as though just ripened
Birds soaring through the air,
chirping this magical, mystical morning
Dew lying upon the image
leaving a sparkle to catch the eye
The image seen as it is wanted to be seen
Painted from the mind of someone
needing perfection taking nothing less
Knowing you can't cut a stone with scissors
Or fly like a bird without wings
You can't even create perfection
When there is no such a thing.
Minus all the beauty that this image holds
Would your attention be captured the same
If by fascination you could see with it
Without it what would you see
A canvas hanging on a wall alone
No beauty within or without
Black walls that line the canvas, no image
Empty, rebellious, alone
Fascination is taken away by reality
Once the image becomes clear it is no longer
an image, nor perfection you see
Though now noticeable the canvas
rests on the wall that is lined in black
Plain as the sky on a glorious day
The canvas holds no image of beauty
No image of any kind
It was merely what someone wanted you to see
Hoping that in reality the image
would always be there, stay the same
Beautiful, happy, loving
Speaking a thousand words just
from what your mind captured
It is now faint to the eyes, clear
That this canvas is nothing more
than a dishonest piece of work.

I've always hated my birthday

Yeah, I'm reaaally tipsy

And you know what?
That's alright.
That's perfectly fine.
'Cause I've got all these scars
Which I can't stop
Re-examining
Over and over again

It's routine to me, by now

This is less polished than the other poems
Maybe cause I don't even bother
With re-reading this piece
I want it to be brash
Honest

Just like me
All tears,
Jagged edges
Hurt and pain
All over
Just like me

I hate the sound of silence
So I've got music blasting
Away on earphones

(Makes it a little easier
to welcome the light
in the morning)

But
That's all cool
That's perfect

I am going to be fine

A year less to live
But it's alright
Let's raise a toast to that

sometimes i write lies
but mostly i write about you
and sometimes
i don't know the difference

It is in my bones and in the fields when I stop on the road to watch
A barbed wire fence running across your chest
You wear the clouds as a mask
Hididng a smile? Hiding a scowl? You will not disclose
Lust and love are two wolves
They run and play at the nape of your neck
Licking one another by the sea of your scent
24 years later your eyes are deep blue
And more precious than silver
Your words bring peace to my marrow and my belly is full of laughter
No wine on my lips
Your taste unmingled

I am a fool for your glances
And my soul soars among mountaintops at your laughter
Your fingers speak a familiar language against mine

I will never forget this moment and I treasure even the silence between us

It got warm outside at night
and the feeling of rushing air feels so right.
No matter what you say you know it's true.
You can move on if you choose to.
I know how it feels to stand there in your shoes.
I've stood there before, stood there with you.
And I know that it is hard to let go of love,
but I'm not really sure that's what this was.
Because days spent in bed,
fingers running through your hair,
the words in whispers of lust,
missing school and not giving you up,
and nights spent in agony.
The yelling and the screaming.
No, I'm not sure this was love.
Let me down softly,
why don't you?
Take me high,
and drop me like rain.
My heart is with you for so many reasons,
and you never came.
Tell me now what it is you want.
Tell me, now, why you care.
Tell me how,
how you can think of me
when all you ever wanted was her!
Because days spent in bed,
fingers running through your hair,
the words in whispers of lust,
missing school and not giving you up,
and nights spent in agony.
The yelling and the screaming.
No, I'm not sure this was love.
No, I'm not sure this is love.

You're at my back door,
begging to come in.
To sit down and talk.
I want to open up,
I really truly do,
but I can't.
This has to stop.
This was never love.
Though I thought it was.
And you saying such sweet things now doesn't make what happened any better!
Love is fallen
into the deep dark pits.
Never go after it.
This is what happens.
This is love.
This really is.
Love is a shard of glass
begging to pierce your skin.