Perhaps I lost a part of myself…
         I feel like… I’m missing pieces of me.
Seems as though due to all my truth, I’ve turned into a lie
        I was once more hyper in my expression in life
Always ready for the next bit of innocent fun…
       Not the next night spent in a drunken blunder
Laid up under the covers as the sun rises
      And lashes out bright rays upon my chest
I just wonder
      Where did my pieces go?
May I recapture them...in another moment,
       In time?
Is it too late?
      I want to gain knowledge, and experience
As well as grow in myself, as I get older
      Not lose who I once was…to the years passing by
I hope to guide,
      My withering hands
To a far off land,
      A land that I can only recollect memories of in my dreams
That’s how extreme I want my life to be.

We've hit the mark
To your tall grave

No plaque
No flowered haze

No ribbon tied on with haste
No mourners getting in late

I cannot stop 

The pressure
Of these thoughts 
Are weighing down on me

Pushing me under
Plunging me into the deep
I'm drowning in these thoughts
That I keep having of you 

I cannot fathom
Why I am so unglued
I cannot speak of these things
You abandoned me
Only to expect a full recovery, 
From me
The degree to the level of pain
That you caused
Ranks higher than the fog 
Above the treetops 

I gave up

Lost the thought
That we could be 
Together as one

I blocked off
All emotions that would not repair

This ability
May seem to make me appear 
Transparent 
Heartless and icy
But this is simply my protection mechanism 
Fit for an army
That has built up over time
To fight off my enemy
And protect the treasure
That is within me

So yes,
Regretfully I cannot stop
Thinking of you.

He came from a broken home
Bludgeoned with a rather large stone
Never thought he would be able to heal
And enjoy his last meal

But God spoke
God put forth the means to survive
God brought him back to life

The dam broke Wednesday
The salty liquids rushed out of my eyes 
For an hours worth road trip 
Only for shame 
Did it cease 
Forcing laughter
Wishing for some kind of peace 
Understanding from my quiet soul
From his heart, maybe he could 
Tear me apart
Analyze my insides
And repair the damage 
That has been wrought upon me 
Over these couple decades of life 
That I've lived

I am repulsed
By my **** poor dimly lit fire
Couldn't I have done better 
Couldn't I have scavenged the woods
Until I found a reasonable amount of fuel to keep this fire alive
Couldn't I have...

Push on
Keep pushing on
If you happen to break,
Call a tow truck to help you up

Push on before it's too late
Push on, this gas won't last all day

Brittle bones, they might hurt one day
Push on, before you are in your grave.

I wanted to write a poem
That showed all my pain

I wanted to write a poem
That you could frame

In your living room
Next to the mirror
That shows your rapid weight gain