"I'm scared to leave..
but I can't return
home."

I would have tried to stop you.
but would you have let me stop you?

This is all straight *******.

It was not a selfish act
kissing that semi,
and I accept that.

What I do not accept,
is that I feel I could have done
something.

You turned very quickly from a boy to a man.
Caring for your sisters, being a father figure.
Jenny wasn't there, wasn't the mother she needed to be.
And she still isn't.

Whose fault is it?

I NEED SOMEONE TO BLAME.

Taking your own life can't just be passed off.

I am so happy you are at peace,
but what I fear is what you left behind.

The littles are helpless,
trapped by her, this.

How do I help them escape?

Is there a way?

I can only imagine what pushed you to your limit.
I wish I could have told you I struggle with the same feelings.
I wonder, could it have stopped you?

Is it better you being dead?
…is that an inappropriate question to ask?

I miss you, brother.

Remember when you were a kid
Taken into a fairy story world
As  you struggled to stay awake
While mum read of stories yet untold*

Well leave behind the daily stodge
Of true loves failed paths
Forget the self inflicted cuts
From razor blades so sharp

Open your mind to imagination
Tales of Red Riding Hood
Join Hanzel and Gretel on
Their journey through the wood

Witches, wizards, dragons
All a part of myth
Let your mind slip into unknown
From a princess receive a kiss

So leave the mundane far behind
And enter middle earth
A place of wizards elves and dwarves
And fairy fire flies do live

You know your mind is a wonderful thing
A lexicon of life
So sink now into imagination
And find a better way of life

i held you in my arms & cradled you to your grave as you heaved your last breath. nine lives is a lie, you only get one crucifix.

Have i suspended my love of another?
Have i lost my love for another?
Have i ever really loved another?

Do i understand love?
Can i find love?
What is love?

They say love is love --
I say explain!

They say it comes from the heart --
I say how!

They say you  can feel it --
I say feel what!

They say feelings of love --
I say will i cry when i feel it?

They say yes, before and after

If I told you I loved you today it would mean nothing tomorrow.

Blowing the dust off of old poems, some that were never finished because who wants to listen to love soaked poetry?

Wringing out my thoughts onto paper for someone to read them. Making sure they mean something so someone can feel them.

The world is made up of poetry. Some get the chance to hear it and some have the chance to write it.

Only the lucky ones can feel it. So drift away in my words and hold them tight.

Sit alone and read them at night. Fall into my words and land in my thoughts.

One thing is for sure, we all die. But our words and poetry have a chance to live on.