I'm still trying and crying
Feeling like I'm dying
Stop lying,
             I'm not buying
I'm not relying on what your supplying
Keep denying what your implying
All this prying and spying
Leaves me sighing
I'm no longer complying
No more trying
I'm done crying

Your going down,
           make you drown
Lose the frown,
        talk of the town
Drop the crown
Actin like a clown,
                showdown
Got pushed down,
        shot down
Put down,
      knocked down
Left laying on the ground
But I'm coming around

In preclusion to the confusion
I've come to a conclusion
I'm not losin this illusion
         Tired of your aggression
I'm left in seclusion
It's a transition,
           a new resolution
It's not confusin
I'm winning this aggravation


        Just
             Some
         Food
      For
              Thought

"They"* say 'the bigger they are, the harder they fall'
Well, if that's true
Then...  My heart must be huge
Cause I always fall so hard
So fast
So incredibly hard
'In love'
I try to tell myself it's not love
When I have that dreaded thought
"I think I'm falling in lo..."
I stop myself,
Because I KNOW
When that feeling comes...
Only a broken heart is sure to follow
I always fall...
TOO fast
TOO hard
TOO wholeheartedly
I think it's a curse been given to me
So, even though I may lie to myself
Thinking that I'm not in love with you
I know deep down
That it's *not true

The A String on her violin snapped
And she gave out a restless sigh
All she wanted was to be in tune
With the the rest of the symphony
But that poor A String insisted
That he couldn't take the stress
To be pulled and stretched daily
Was unbearable for him
If only he could realise the thousands
Of other strings playing in time
The vibrato vibrating into hearts
And resonating into minds
He'd realise without stress
We'd never be able to hear the music
You were like that
You gave up on me because
You couldn't hear the symphony
It's a good thing I've got three more
Strings on this violin

my poems aren't a pastime
they're a way to state
my emotions, and past crimes
and ally my boiling hate

my emotion can't be bottled
i'd be stared at like a big ***
so i decided to be a model
to those who renege fast

i want people to learn from my transgressions
or at least have a sense of pride
be a symbol of progression
and if not i can still say i tried.

my poems aspire to be a cashier and make change
and to mold meek, mindless minds
so nothing will be out of their range
so just know my poetry is of this kind

So what if I'm outspoken
My hearts been broken
I'm not jokin,
           my mind is awoken
Soul is stolen,
               must be an omen
Words unspoken,
       open and golden
Not what I would have chosen

***** the heartache,
      now I'm awake
Looks so opaque,
           you were fake
It was a mistake just to partake
Do a double take,
       no more heartbreak
Time to remake and fix the break
Give and take,
        now I'm awake

Was so miserable,
     unforgivable
It's criminal,
      be an individual
So predictable,
           you're an imbecile
It's unthinkable,
         not unconditional
Unintentional,
      you're unemotional
Not original,
        be considerable
It's so pitiful,
          not traditional
I'm rational and very visual

You ought to not get too distraught
You got caught tied in a knot
Like an afterthought,
            you fought
And brought the plot,
         overwrought
Maybe you forgot what you taught
But I'm not distraught
Over what you brought
Just
     some
         food
     for
  thought...