I am a poet
And my world is my own
No ingestion of substance can compare

I am a poet
My senses I hone
How else can I color them to share

I am a poet
My pain is my pride
My wounds bleed raw on a page

I am a poet
My hope burns alive
Experiences transform me to a sage

I am a poet
I overflow with love
I accept all for who and what they are

I am a poet
Who needs not a shove
To weave a story in whimsy from afar

I am a poet
My passion rules the mind
However logical I pretend to be

I am a poet
I coax the words in kind
Filled with feelings only memory can see

I am a poet
I see the verse as yet untold
I bathe pages from the beauty of a look

I am a poet
My pen leads to my soul
There is intrigue in every shadowed nook

I am a poet

please do not tell me
that i am beautiful,
right now because i
cannot help myself --

i will inhale your words and
then swallow them and absorb them
into my veins and my arteries
and they will stick like honey
and burn like arsenic
because they are such
lovely
little
lies.

2 am is for the poets who
can't sleep because their
minds are alive with words
for someone who's not there

for the alcohlics drinking
themselves into amnesia to
forget someone who left

2 am is not for the lovers
asleep in each other's arm

it is for the lonely.
the ones who are in love
with the loved
but are the one's
who are not loved
in return.