will you run away with me

so that we'd both be free

from this evil place

called society



just you and me

living young

wild and free

away from this terrible reality



maybe we can go to mars

or possibly even reach the stars



but i wouldn't care where we go

as long as you and me

are running together

living

young

wild

and free

I'm not overly emotional.
I'm outwardly human.
You have no right to make me
feel any less than the person i am.
I am human.
I am an Emotional creature.
lmt

Give me some
Give me more
Give me all the literature
I could ever read

Give me books
Give me pads
Give me anything you have

Be it Twain
Be it King
Be it almost anything

From the front
To the back
Till there is nothing of it left

Give me hope
In their notes
Give me anything they wrote

Be it fact
Or fantasy
Fiction mixed with biography

Be it Plath
Be it Poe
Be it here or on the go

Be it hit
Or be it miss
There's a novel of ideas

So give me some
Give me more
Give me all the literature
I could ever read

When DedPoet faked his death
He let go all drama,
All the non sense poets seem
To get into because we think we
Are connected.

I DONT KNOW YOU.

And I just want to write poetry
Without me in it,
Without your emotions stirring
An imaginary ***.

I AM NOT YOUR FRIEND.

I am a fellow poet who studies
This craft,
This art,
This therapy that saved my life.
And you and me we are just words
In the the beautifully unstable
Majestic poem that is all in our
Heads.

I BLOCK POETS WHO STIR POTS.

Because I just want to write
Without all the drama.
I feel your eyes pointed at me.
And I could care less.
I faked my death to ****
Any thoughts of friendship,
I am Dedpoet,
Im here to write,
What the hell are you doing?

There tears coalesced and sorrow bent
Them unto the bed of leaves now fallen.
Like mourning moments frozen until the
Sun rose and the earth was watered on,
Slowly it stood tall again.

As time evaporated into dusk and
Mourning hew hung onto each emotion.
Again captured bending in captured
Breath, and once again it bent with the
Emotion frozen once again.

I've pulled the roots and burned the bridges,
I've wasted time on digging ditches,
I've bailed, I've hid, been poor, had riches,
But of all these things my only wish is,
My wildflower could give forgiveness,

I hurt my self to feel the pain I caused you
Burnt in hell, my feelings since I lost you
I wear the devils costume
I darkened the sun to try and stop you
From leaving?
No, only from seeing
The demons in my eyes
They stop me from believing
They stop my bleeding heart from beating
They have stopped me from achieving
You

I know its not true
To say it didnt cost you
You thought that I was from your dreams
But the devil wears my costume

Rubber scrapes
words
thoughts
answers
questions
secrets
facts
mistakes
o­ff the page
eating them up,
they never existed.

It’s late
Another day
Draws to its conclusion

I wonder
Did I really live today?
Was I really there?

My body
May have moved
From one place
To the next

People
Passed in front of me
And I passed in front of them

I existed and traveled
From the
Light of the day
Into
The Darkness
Of the Evening
Was I really there?
Was it really me?
What did I give?
What did I learn?

Another
Day
Another precious day
Has passed

And I am alive
Incredible

Incredible
Another
Day