This is supposed to be a poem,
Ill get round to it..

The worst part
Isn't the pain
Though it hurts

The worst part
Isn't the sadness
Though that's horrible

No,
The worst part
Is the emptiness

That feeling
When you don't see the step
And you fall down

When you try to sit down
And someone's moved the chair

When you reach for support
Only to find it's abandoned you

That is the worst part
Of saying goodbye

If one is never fully dressed without a smile
Then I must be naked all the time

Too much of something is bad enough.*

Do not trust
     too much.
Do not feel
    too much.
Do not love
    too much.
Do not care
    too much.

Those 'too much'
can hurt you
       so much.

Don't let a piece of paper define you
You write who you are
You don't rub out
You leave a mark

Your romance carved into trees
Your sadness watercolours of ink
Your happiness an explosion of paint
Your anger scrunched up beside the bin

You write essays on stories you don't care for
Read something that makes your heart cling to your chest seeking love
Something that makes your brain question the very beauty of life
Something that gives you goosebumps with feelings you cant explain

They are scared of how strong you really are
Schools don't educate they dictate
Educate yourself
You are the greatest teacher

Your brain is the self made nuke
They are scared you are going to blow
A war that is your true self
Its better to fight standing than fearing on your knees.

It must be a tricky business
it lingers, hovers stealthily
an invisible silence
a swift inhabitation
the soul awaits
to startle the body

In a wordless voice
it moves from room to room
turning lights on
spends a lifetime
ever longing
to be known
and heard.

I've written so many poems
About heartache and regret and worry
About people who will never care enough to read them
For people I could never trust enough
To share with anyway
I showed you my poems today
The sad ones and the happy ones
You wrote your first poem today

I feel like there is someone grabbing my heart
It only stops when I'm around you
When I look into those Aqua eyes
I see joy
Happiness
I see trust
The worry of not knowing is gone because you know there is no need
Because I will never leave

I stopped writing sad poems
When your lips first met mine

there are those of you who are alike, you are defined as “normal”

then there is out kind
those of us who walk this world with fire in our eyes
We are a different breed.
few and far between
but always,
there.

We bear a deep rooted mark,
a beautiful deep shade of indigo
it is a mark you cannot see or feel
but a mark no less

We are not like you
We think not with out heads,
but with our hearts
We do not feel with our skin
We feel with our soul.

Your school system,
kills us

Your teachers tell us
“Sit down, shut up and pay attention,
I have all the answers”.
don’t make me laugh

We show you our gifts, our special talents.
You label us as disruptive and hyperactive.
You call us ADD and ADHD.
You suppress us with pills.
We only feel you oppress us.

You think that by beating us down and locking away our gifts,
You will get us to follow your system.

that won’t happen
because we are special
because we bear the mark

We may seem sweet,
but don’t cross us.

We have fire in our eyes so hot
it will burn holes in your soul
We have minds so sharp
they could cut you in half
We have caustic, whip like tongues
that could tear you apart in a heartbeat.

so no,
we won’t sit down shut up and pay attention
we will raise hell,
until you accept us as your equal
and give us the respect we deserve,
need

such is the curse of the mark we bear
such is the blessing of the mark we bear