Where are you now
Seemed like you were on my back
Holding me back
With that warm embrace

Your warm memories sigh
Seem so benign
Don't step out of line
As well you know your place

The solace you sought
Was to give a millstone
Beguiled and betray your tone
I'd have you back again

Held me so close a cloistered prince
Thrive on your hypoxic high
On your placental supply
Ectopic asphyxiation

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.