We all have demons
big or small
we hear them in the silence of the night
we try to do whats right
starting off with a whisper,
you start to quiver
dragging you deeper and deeper into the abyss
no way out
searching for the light
thats not in sight
we feel them mostly at night
searching for the light
that will never ignite
who are they?
I'm sorry to say sir
but, the demons are you

My favorite word is a simple one.
Only a single syllable;
two letters.
Its meaning is complex,
dizzying even.
It can make me fly to the rooftops.
It means nothing to others,
but the world to me.
My favorite word describes unity,
love,
getting pulled out of the endless solitude
in which I was trapped.
My favorite word encompasses all I wanted
in the past,
for our present,
and in our futures.

I walked through the meadow,
And there was only me.
I wasn't scared of the bugs,
Not the grasshoppers or bees.

I smelled the lilac
And the springtime air.
I frolicked in the field,
I had no cares.

I laid in the grass,
And looked at the sky
Closed my eyes
And said, "Why? Oh why?"

Must I go back home
To the crumbling streets,
With the smog and litter
That sits at my feet?

Back to the oblivious people
Who don't seek
A simple life
Not wanting to be unique.

To the empty walls
That have no feeling
To white washed walls
That give no healing.

I said, "Why? Oh why?
Can't I stay here?
I can't go back home
And live in constant fear.*"

Menthol dances on her tongue
Slowly finding it’s way into
Her ever-so tired lungs
Her eyes paint a bright
Ever-so-lovely
Picture of all her sleepless nights
Her lips become sore
From those fake smiles
She always wore
Her wrists write
An ever-so-sad story
Of an internal fight
Her legs sway
Wavering, stopping
Like all the words she wanted to say
Her heart hides
Just how ever-so-badly
She wanted to die