Being a poet
Changes everything
The way you look and experience
It turns pain into beauty
It breaks down time

It speaks for you when you don't know what to say
It comes at times you can't sit down and write it out
It can keep you awake at night
It may offer you a smile when no one is there to see

Poetry is my outlet
It connects me with others that understand
I have made friends from other lands

When you need someone to talk to
And no one is there
The paper will listen to your pen
And suddenly, you know you aren't that alone again

Poetry has saved me from myself
And it's helped me save others from themselves
It has taught me to take time to really see things
For the truth
To notice the little things that actually matter

Writing poetry is therapy with no judgement
I am writing this to say *thank you

i am not a human, i am a mirror.
i have no identity, there is no 'me'
do you like what you see?

death is my mortal enemy,
for he takes all that i love and leaves me all alone.
but today he is my best friend,
for he is taking me, too

All I wanted was love to find me
to know what it was to see
what a love could be
I just wanted a touch so real
that could show inside me
what the heart should feel
and all I needed was you

I wanted to see stars light the sky
to feel the warmth of your lips softly
in a summertimes kiss
to get lost in the tenderness
of your sweet caress
and all I needed was you

I wanted dreams so surreal
that got me so high
where I never needed to come down
to know their was a love that true
and all I needed was you
to look where I could be found
Spiritwind ©2016

desire is the cause of all suffering
it is a molotov cocktail
waiting
for someone to come along and place
hope in your hands before exploding and tearing you to shreds.

this perpetual nightmarish life is not one i would wish upon anyone, and all of my regrets reflect off of the scars that i will wear on my soul for all eternity.

no passerby can even simply ameliorate
the heartache i feel in my sunken chest,
and my ribs sit too tightly
around my poor heart.
my body has given up on me, and now i want the release of death more than i want
love and
acceptance and to be
understood and to be
saved.

there is nothing here for me, you see.
and there never will be.