I crave a conversation soul to soul
For the determining factor to see who’s in control
What I have hidden up my sleeve and I don’t want you to know
Is that I’m a ticking time bomb about to explode
Tick tick tick, lickety split
Times running out
To rewrite the script
Give me my prize, give me my win
No matter the outcome of the wheel that I spin
Answer the riddle
Come take a ride
While keeping in context, that the soul’s what’s inside

A casket in a wasteland
Placed on powdered snow
Left to be discovered
In a hundred years or so
The chest adorned with carvings
Flowers, skulls, and bones
Shut tight, not to be opened
Just to perish under stone
Closed off from the elements
To ensure safe passage home
Or spend and eternity, never to be found
Left in solitude; alone

I hide beneath the trees, like it’s my own forbidden forest
I nestle under shade to cool my soul
I use rocks to hide my presence
In a mist like evanescence
Because the sun that’s beating down will take its toll
I hide away from others
I seclude to gain my peace
I find solace in the forest
Among the rocks and leaves
I justify my silence as I peer out from the hedge
I see a waterfall and I bathe at waters edge
I focus on my yin and yang
And I wallow with my spirit
And sometimes I scream out loud as hell, so everyone can hear it

After us came loneliness
After us came grief
After us came melancholy
But it brought me pure relief
I longed for our departure
I longed for inner peace
I longed for the setting sun
That fades into the sea
I hurried to my calling
To the echo in the night
That rang inside my eardrums
And took away my sight
I ran to it with eagerness
To consume my inner soul
So that the darkness that surrounded me
Could take over control

I’m in line on the runway waiting to take flight. Not sure where I’ll be landing or what the weather will be like. Will I reach my destination? Will I get up off the ground? Will I slowly make my way or will I reach the speed of sound? Will I seek out self-destruction and contribute to my own demise? Will I believe in all I hear or what I see with my own eyes? Will my life be good to me?
Will I grow up strong?
Or will I be proven right for what I knew all along?

You are my chosen
The one I adore
The aim of my passion
To consume and explore
You are the wind that tightens my sails
My ironclad rock
When everything fails
You are my choice to hear my true voice
When words can’t be said
But with you, I rejoice
You are my flagship, the one I look to
That keeps me together, like rubbery glue
You are my chosen, no one can compare
To spend my life with and together we share
All the adventures
The good and the bad
That without you I wouldn’t have had

I became a poet when the hurt was too deep
When I stood out from the crowd like a black sheep
When in the mirrors reflection, I did not like what I saw
When I saw in myself an abundance of flaws
That is when I took to pen and to ink
To release my ideas of what I thought and I think
My poems are my savior
The releasing of pain
My thoughts on to paper
That help me explain
What it is in my mind that I must refrain
That I shouldn’t feel awkward or even ashamed