I used to think that what never goes up never has to come down,
that if I kept my head out of the clouds I would never have to hit the ground,
but I must have made one too many dandelion wishes,
because suddenly I’m so high in the atmosphere that I can barely breathe.

Now I can see that my dreams built me a staircase,
I’m just too scared to keep following them because what if it breaks?
I can’t fly, I lost my super hero cape,
It got ripped apart when I had to start saving my everyday

Still I can’t just stay here in this in-between
Maybe I can’t fly, but I can still fall, like everyone does,
and there isn’t any point trying to save me,
Just listen to the screams of my heartbeat

It says that I want to be free
and I will hit the ground running even if it breaks my knees
because being grounded doesn’t mean giving up
It just means I want to walk on something that I can trust

I stand atop, the stars shine bright.
I cry, into the dead moonlight.
knowin this is, the end of days.
I long my eyes, to meet your gaze.
But nothing i say, will change your mind.
Longing to hold you one last time.
I realise this is goodbye...
Wiping the teardrops from my eyes...

I gaze into the cold black sky...
and whisper...

True love, never dies...

If every single action,
Well thought out or not,
Has an opposite equal reaction,
You deal with what you got,

And if what you get,
Is what you deserve,
When consequence is met,
Dignity is all I can preserve,

But now my pride and dignity,
Have been replaced very quickly,
With examples of irresponsibility,
And decisions guided by stupidity,

Now weeks of bad decisions,
Are running down my face,
And all the broken provisions,
Make me feel like a disgrace,

With all the people I've disappointed,
I could build an army,
And the general appointed,
Would definitely be
Me.

i am the ******* puddle
sired by a spilled drink-
a brackish mix of
anxiety and ineptitude.

last night looms in the morning eclipse,
regret stews a visceral broth;
vengeful, my gut reminds me
nausea is the world's truest thing.

It's easy to burn bridges but
Unfair to think that they can be
Rebuilt with the same ease
With which they were destroyed.

The grief would be too large.

I would scream around our routines
begging for release.  
I would look upon our food,
the places we would eat,
a hovel shat in by beasts of fields
once walked in and enjoyed,
now ran through and hated
with the ferocity of feet cut on discarded glass.  

A blind charge, stumbling, straight into light
once charming, now burning.  Our sun and star
now sad fire chewing away on memories,
spitting out seeds it can not erase.  

I am here
And You were
here.  

The grief would be too large.

Arrrghhhh!!!

Sorry just had to get that out.
I have three partial poems,
What the heck am I supposed to do with three partial poems?!?!

Kindness happens, so it seems
Nowhere else but in our dreams
And perhaps some miles away,
That's what other people say.

I know this to be true
I've held my breath
Turned black and blue
I'm waiting for that day
That kindness starts to come my way

I know I've waited all in vain
I've felt the hurt and the pain
Kindness happens in our dreams
And nowhere else, that's how it seems.