Some of us write to feel the pain,
Some to let it go.
Some write just because it rhymes,
Others just don’t know.
Nature and its beauty,
A graveyard with its ghost.
A dream of futures happy,
Passion is in most.
A poem that's so delicate
Words straight from a heart.
Only from a dreamer's soul,
Their words a work of art.
A poem is a gateway,
That leads into the mind,
A passage that is hard to reach,
And double hard to find.
But you can find it if you look
Into some troubled eyes,
You never know what each word means,
My lines are held-in cries.
But others could be just to say
"Hello", "Have a great day"
It just depends who’s writing,
And who might come their way.

The pressure building in my chest,
Pain that I cant put to rest.
I want to scream this isn’t fair,
I scratch my arm, the skin wont tear.
The pressure grows; I'm gunna burst...
Unless I can release it first.
I stumble for the bathroom door,
I trip, and crumple to the floor.
I look up, through the haze of tears,
I see my target, and worst of fears.
But I reach and grab it nonetheless,
A razor, nice and clean and fresh.
The razors cheap, so blades break lose.
A sharpened blade for me to use.
My skin that at first wouldn’t break,
Is left torn and bleeding in its wake.
The pressure ebbs out through my vain,
Until the cuts rid me of my pain.
Some turn to drugs, and others drink,
But I can clean my medicine in the sink,
So I can use it next I need,
To ease the pain, that need to bleed.
Few others truly understand,
And many just cant comprehend.
No, I'm not proud, but I won’t stop.
Until my spirits cease to drop.
So please don’t judge, and please don’t hate,
Unless you can make it go away.
That’s all I want,
That’s all I crave,
Is to rid myself,
And start a new day.

Rain Rain
Wash away
The desert sand.

Mud Mud
Swallow all
The people in your path.

                                                                                      Drip

                                                                                      Drip

                                                                                      Drop

Rivers turn to oceans,
The sand dunes turn to waves.
Crashing, Slamming
Down on us--
Save, or to be saved?

                                                                                     Drip

                                                                                     Drip

                                                                                     Drop

Pan
Bi
Trans
****
Hetro
Who the
****'s to say
How a person wants to love
And how they live
Their day?
Guy on guy,
******* girl,
What's the matter
With our world
That that defines
A human?
If a man
Wants to sleep
With a man,
Make sure he uses
A ******.
If A girl wants to kiss
A girl,
Don't shower hate
Upon them.
Love is love.
Hearts
Not parts.
Let that rainbow flag
Wave free
One day there'll be
A better world
Where we
Can love
More free.

Same song, different tune
Cuts so fresh, but they're not new
Weeping softly, think of you
And open up the veins so blue.

I'm sorry.

Oh, I have been released.
My river had dried.
I was dying of thirst.
But now words flood my mind.

I want to make,
To create.
To BE.

Oh, I have been released,
And nothing could feel
So good.

School
Seven
******
Hours
Of
Our
Lives,
Feels like we're tied
Up in a world
Full of people trying to
bring us down.
In four years I've watched
My best friends' smiles
Turn to frowns
Only to be replaced by
Red lines on skin,
Straight like the coke she snorts
Just to get high
And FEEL something
For a little while.

Soiled.

Unclean.

Rotten.

Used.

Or could you say
Abused?

Hands like fire-
I still feel them crawl
Along the earth
Of my skin.

Burning what's left of life.

Leaving filth
And a Stain
That only you
And I
Can see.

But I dont want to share
Anything
With you.

Leave it to you
To make me.

Love
A curse designed
To tear you
Piece by broken
Piece
Into a hell
Far worse than
What the devil
has to give.
Drug me up
Let
Me fall into
An antidepressant
Dream
Tossing in my bed
Of stolen thoughts
Ups and downs
Reds and blues
Mes and yous.
I'm lost,
Dead
To this world
Who let me fall-
Withered
Like a plucked flower
To the floor.

Like Soldiers
Fighting a battle
They sit in rows
On the kitchen
Counter.

Teen.
Bi Polar.
Glorified ******.
Call me what you will
But do not take away
These bottles
Proscribed
To take away
My pain.

Dad says there's
Nothing wrong-
That my soldiers
Fight against me,
What does he know
Of the suffering
In my head
On my heart
In me?

Let me sit
And die
In the shade of
My soldiers
Let them fight off the pain
One last time
And let them shoot me,
Gently,
In the head.

Blind to the Pictures
Flashing like sirens
Can you see them?
In my head.
A kiss
A hug
Breath like fog
Drunk on your smell
High on your touch
Hands like sin-
Always in the places
We fear
The most

On the year that we met,
You wore all black
I wore baggy clothes
And greasy hair.
Yet you saw through the acne
And the atrocious appearance,
And I saw a light
In the dark.
You took my shyness
And replaced it with strength.
And I am forever
Grateful.

On the second year
My clothes fit
Though they were oft’ stained
Splattered with paint
And you were away with band.
You’d pick on my crush,
And we fought.
But at the end of the day
You’d still call and say sorry
And I would cry,
And you’d tell me it would be fine.
And things would be fine.

The third year was a charm
You grew up faster
I wore tie die
You wore skinny jeans.
We never left the other’s side.
People would call us names
But you just laughed
And kept your head held high
And taught me to do
The same.

The fourth year was a tragedy.
News like a spark
Our whole world burning down
And yet that last day
You still let me cry on your shoulder
In the middle of band
And stayed strong for me
Even though we both knew
It hurt.

The fifth year was a struggle
10 hours
Like a force field
Keeping us apart.
Tears were shed.
My life was changing.
But you were always there
Like a rock
Unmoving.

This sixth year has been a miracle.
I did not think I would see the end of it.
But the miracle is that I will.
And the miracle was you.
Who told me to shut up.
Who taught me to wake up.
And thanks to you
And all of your strength
There will be a seventh year.
And an eighth.
And many more to come.

Friendship is like Love.
It is seldom true
Or pure.
But our friendship is both.
And I wouldn’t trade it
For anything
In this beautiful
Beautiful
World.

Yellow will forever be ruined
In my mind.
Your yellow shirt
As you touched,
Grabbed,
Stole,
What was mine--
Only mine--
To give.
Not yours to take
On that lonely sidewalk
On a dark
Dark
Night.

Teacher, Teacher,
Leave me be
Can't you tell
That I can't breath?

Mind malfunction
Push it down
Hide from all the
Peers around.

Silent screams,
I bite my tongue
Don't know what to do,
I'm young.

Teary eyes
Stare up at you,
Teacher, Teacher,
Thought you knew.

CRASH*              The
                                    Jagged
                     ­                       Edges                                     ­   BOOM
                                                     Of
    BANG                                             A
                                                    Rainy
     ­                                       Night                     ­       CRASH
                                                  ­  Made
                BOOM                            Noticed
­                                                                 ­   Only
                                                            ­                 By                                 BANG
                                                          ­                       Thunder

Could it be?
Did you see?
That tear,
Fresh fear
Behind my eyes.

Do you know?
Does it show?
The pain
A game
Is what I am,

To you.

You cut me open with words of hate
You filled my gut with lies
You made me think the worst of thoughts
You made me hate my life

But I would do it all again
So your bullets wouldn't hit her
You ******* drunk just stay away
Don't touch my little sister

Daddy you're the devil
Without the trace of an angle's grin
So finish off that bottle because
Your heart is lost in sin

I'm all grown up and far away
I'm sure you miss your punching bag
Can't you see how beautiful she is?
Please, don't ******* hurt her, Dad

I was not supposed to get this far;
I should not breathe this air.
I'm riding a wave of borrowed time
I don't believe is fair.

I'm older and wiser
and fatter and poorer
and I'm burning my fuse
at both ends

But tomorrow I'll wake up
and put on my make up
And try not to let down my friends.

I do not speak of years to come,
I rarely speak of days.
I do not know
What tomorrow holds,
But let it come,
Come what may.

And should it hide
It's weary head,
And if, my friend,
My years should end,
My secrets are yours to hide,
When I am dead.

My heart beats fast
                                                                                 When I stand still
Skin that feels the wind rush past--
                                                                              Wind that isn't there.
I hear the roaring crowd
                                                                             Of nobody. I'm alone.
Bright lights, blink fast
                                                                                  In a dark room.

Screaming in your head
Alive while being dead.

Can
                                                You
               Read
                                                                                        My
                                 Racing
         Thoughts?
                                                                  They
                                             Whisper
                                                                                                        In
           The
                                                 Beating
                                                                                    Heart
                        Of
                                                                                                                        Night.


                                                                                                                                        Can you hear me now?
                                                                                                                                         I'm calling out for you.
                                                                                                                                                                       In the
                                                                                                                                                      Ever darkening
                                                                                                                                                                         Day.

Too many windows
Now just broken glass.
I told them 
There were too many windows.

Speaking of which,
There I am.
In a pile of broken 
I told you sos.

But nobody
Saw the sign.
The warning in
My eyes.

But I really don't mind
Because they're the ones
That let 
Me get away

There is nothing,
I should say,
More insane than the Writer.
For who should be more
In love with the written word
Than a person
Who gives up meals
And social Events
To indulge in the
Sacred,
Pressing,
Most heinously addicting,
Act of writing ones thoughts
Down, permanently,
For generations to read
Long after it makes since,
If it ever
Really
Did?

Slip your arms around me
Rest my head upon your chest
Hold me tightly as
I listen to your heart.

Hold my hands in yours
Bump noses as we lean in
For a kiss to light my
Heart and clear my head.

You
       And
               Only
                         You                                              
                                 Can
                                          Silence
                                                         The                                                
                                                                  Buzzing
                                                                                   That
                                                                                            Never                                                                       .            
                                                                                                        Stops.