this
is my first poem
with no capital letters.

and i don't know
why it matters so much,
because the height
or shape
of a letter
has nothing at all to do
with what you are trying to say
or how you feel,
if, of course,
you are one of those lucky few
who feels anything at all.

(a.m.)

All it took
Was one phrase,
Three words,
Seventeen letters
To realize
She was more broken
Than I thought.

(a.m.)

And those pretty little firefly's
that used to illuminate
the sockets of your eyes
must have been soaked up by your crys
must have fizzled out and died,
inside of you.
Because there's no longer
that burning light
that used to ignite a room
And put the stars to shame.
And since they died out,
you haven't been the same.

And honey, i can try to ignite them again,
With all i have,
But I've done all i can do
darling the match lies in you.

To aspire and inspire, to analyse, criticise, to encourage, share, support and advise.

Life is a maze,
Some of us get lost along the way.

All these people talking, but i can't hear a thing.

you take the only space that will ever truly be your own,
and destroy and disown it.

Take all that love and care,
You have to share,
and give them to the person who needs and deserves them most,
the ghost
of yourself.