Hatred, it seems, is plaguing my lungs
And dramatically piercing my tongue
I am hopelessly confused:
Where do these bullet shaped words come from?
What is the purpose of this deadly
Thought constructed weaponry that spills
So effortlessly from my oral cavity?
Why is it that I allow the calvary to permeate
My filter solely designed to avoid anguish?
Am I compensating for the damage inflicted upon me?
Compensating for the time I so willingly gave
To fuel my addiction to consistency?

Can I say, "******, this suffering is enough!"?

Hope, it seems, ****** my mind
With its irritating relentless plea for attention
Attention I must provide
If only because I the cry for notice
All too well; like the back of my hand
Because in a world so fueled by hate,
So fueled by the concept of good always ending
We all need to be seen
A pain of the past causes too many pains
For the future, but
Even when it seems impossible
A chin will be lifted by a hand that whispers,
"I see you
And I hear"

I am told
And I want to believe
You are everywhere
And you are everything
But lately
As I have been losing sanity
I've lost sight of you
Where are you now?
Isn't there beauty in the thought
Of madness
Rushing in a bubbly river
Boiling over the banks
Of my mind
There's a certain peace
That comes with the concept
Of going bonkers
But Poetry, I can't find you
It's driving me up a hall
And down a wall
Twisting and turning
Every time I think I found you again
The door slams on my pinky
And my eyes flood with crazy
In losing my mind
And I need you to find me
Because
****** Poetry,
Where did you go?

Never find fault in yourself, you were created in perfection. In the image of God.
Never be normal, be different. That makes you special. It makes you who you are.
Never hide in the shadows, shine in the light that is waiting for you.
You may be in darkness, but you are not alone. There are those who are walking beside you. You can feel their presence, their aura.
Close your eyes and concentrate on the love our aura gives. Feel yourself drawn to warmth of hugs and close embraces. Feel the hands holding you. Fall into us. Find comfort and peace. Then put the knife down and sleep in our embrace.

Bee
Bounce
House
Fun
Run
Sun
Tree
Look
Boy-- just like you--
Book
***
Play--you love to play don't you--
Ball
Garden
Sit
Kite
Friend
Now listen Little Man Four,
Friend is one of the most important words
You will ever know
You have friends at preschool right?
Well, you see, when you go to kindergarten
You're going to make even more
And eventually all these friends
Will carry you through the rest of life
Remember the words "play" and "fun"
Because along the road of life
You'll need to enjoy yourself plenty
"Bounce"around with your friends
Even if they are imaginary
Throw a "ball" in the "garden"
Watch out for the flowers and the "bees"
"Run" in the "sun" every chance you get
Because I hate to say it but
Little Man Four, you won't always be able to
"Sit" by a "tree" and fly your "kite"
Or "look" at a "book"
And when you're tired
You can go to sleep in the "house"
Right now the world is at your fingertips
You're learning to read
And count
And write
Little Man Four,
Always remember, it is you
Who is in charge of your life

The demons that possess my past
Hold their strongest clasp
Causing my turning and tossing
Drawing from me gasps
Searching for refuge in a happy thought
That has not yet been devoured
Is like sitting in a witch's caldroun
Hoping to not be boiled over
All these skeletons have been adding up
And the closet doors no longer shut
I'm trapped and I can't breathe
My heart is racing
My mind twice as fast
Somebody help me before I pass

Easy targets make for great alibis
Because the fear stricken in their hearts
Will make them say any lies
Easy targets make for great playthings
You can't help but to manipulate their minds
Tugging on their marionette strings
Easy targets make for great alibis
Because they choke when they try
To utilize their own voice