Silence says
a thousand words
to the people who cannot see,
but falls upon the ears of deaf
in my final hours' plea.
As I drown in my thoughts
I look up in hate
to you who does not give way
to the girl who would take a gun to her head
and count:

1...

2...

3... BANG.

There is nothing poetic
In the soul-crushing emptiness
I feel inside.
There is nothing beautiful
In closing my eyes
And never wanting them to open.
There is nothing romantic
In the dark, vast loneliness
That consumes my whole existence.
There is nothing poetic
About existing,
But not living.
There is no beauty in the dark.

The pain in your soul
bleeds through every word,
the sadness in your heart
is felt in every word

Nobody knows your pain,
nobody can truly understand
the comfort and end for which you thirst.
- ending it all is an option
But I dare you this first;

Erin, I don't know you
but your words are You
your words tell me your pain,
your writing is not in vain

Put Ending in your pocket,
keep IT in reserve -
Then go out and show them,
all those *******,
who you really are

Soon, you'll see,
the only reason you were ever able
to look them in the eye
is because you're a giant,
a god among mortals

Erin, we need you
not the world,
not the *******.
No, WE need you;
the Poets
the Painters
the Architects
the Doctors
the Lovers

We, need you,
for it is the feelers,
the compassionate,
that suffer the most -
People like YOU.

We need you Erin,
Because without Erin,
there's one less beautiful soul
one less person to admire a rainbow

Without you there's nothing to write about
Nothing to sing about
No reason to heal
No reason to love

Please, I beg you;
Stay a little longer
- Despite your pain -
Linger a little more
Because you make life worth living
for a great many - just like you

She
She is a *****
no, no not the dog kind
but the one that makes it hard to breath when she is around

She is the reason why I don't tell people who I am
because she uses oil as lipstick
you see my secrets seem to slip out of her mouth
and land in front of people that I don't even know

“ I did not know you were a bad kisser”
Do I, know you?

She is the reason why kids are afraid of monsters in their closets
I remind them not to get close to them
Or they will **** all of the skeletons out of your closet
Show everyone who they really are.

She haunted my nights
Staring at photos that now mean Jack

Then I got this funny feeling
Whenever I see you
Smiling
Looking
Down
ON ME?

You had these eyes
They sang me a beautiful song in a strange language
Telling me that everything will be okay.

We fogged up the car one night
Not because we were having ***
But it was because we were trading music to each other
You sit with me in a book store for three hours
And never look at the time
Because time was on our side

Whenever I'm with you I see time slowing down for us
And our kisses pass stories of embarrassing moments
Religious beliefs
And the brief story of your adventures in Europe.

Every kiss taught me that You are such a keeper
We are like grade school kids
Completely innocent to the slime
That modern dating has become.

She noticed us
She didn't like You and you know what
She was sad because She couldn't pull my strings anymore.
Whenever I saw She
She would be jealous
And you know what
Good, let She!

I know you might be reading this
And I guess I hope thats true
Most likely you could care less
Don’t worry, I don’t blame you
My writing is quite rough, but
If by chance your eyes grace by
I would like you to know why

I love you to the moon and back
But that’s not quite enough
I love you to the end of earth
But still that isn’t all
I love your sweet perfection
But it’s your flaws that drive me wild

Through and through I love you
Skin and bones and all
Up and down, left and right
But each direction can’t fulfill
The words I can't get out

Just know that I am sorry
For all that I have done and
You’ll probably never read this
Or even get this far
Like I said, my poetry
Isn’t for the weakened heart

But in case you ever do
Today, tomorrow, or ten years
If you and I aren’t meant to be
Just know I’ll always hope
You find some who loves you
Even more than I could cope

What if it cost money to say,
                                                 "I love you"
Would you have said it
                                                      So soon?
Would you have said it
                                                     So often?
Would you have said it
                                                          At all?

The boy getting beat by his father will grow up strong, never backing down because he's had to fight his whole life anyways, right?

The girl being ***** by her step dad will grow up loving everyone and hating herself because everytime she looks in the mirror she sees him. But no one can know. So the mask goes on, right?

The 16 year old got pregnant but the daddy bailed, now she's gotta figure out how to care for a baby. She deals with all the stares cause she loves her and now she's just some *** not a regular person, right?

The single dad is raising his daughters as best he can. He knows nothing, just wishing their mom haven't died giving child birth. But now he's looking for help in another woman and suddenly he's incompetent, right?

But I guess what I'm trying to say is everything society as painted on us like big warning labels isn't always right. Right?

Late nights; the hidden frights
Blinks up with the bathroom lights
2am, the promises have faded,
And the soul is again jaded
"Why are you here?
You promised dear,
But now your knees are scarred
And your voice is tarred."
Spit and tears smears the broken smile,
Guilty, but only for a while.
"It's fine, my love for you
fills me up like they do"

"So what kind of guy are you into?"

*"The hypothetical kind... They're the only ones who don't leave a path of destruction in their wake."