I am

love

I am

hate

I am

sorrow

I am

happiness

I am  

greed

I am

charity

I am  

  fed to much

I am

starving

I am

humanity

I am

my self.

Who
       said
           I am dead?
Evil
     Has
          Made me lame.

Telling yourself you don't exist doesn't change anything
Dreams are the same thing as death these days
Are you willing to lose everything for your passion and your purpose?

The quiet raindrops comfort your tears for it was your very tears that came from the vast and salty ocean
With your mouth full of your own blood, the only thing you can taste is her tongue
Your words, soiled with memory of hers
Your skin, void of any warmth,
Numb and frozen, without her silky flesh to caress

You search for the sunlight
The rain has been pleasant
But you long for the sun to reach its rays out, dig deep, and warm you from your very core
You wonder if you will ever feel again, if the numbness will subside
But comfort comes in storm clouds and happiness always forgets to kiss you goodnight
Loneliness clouds your judgment and escape is only accomplished to your own demise

You feel weak with so many pieces missing
Will you ever be whole?
The thought of bliss burns your hollow insides until you incinerate from the inside out
And all you are is broken fragments
***** dust with no place to invade except for your *own broken heart

You might as well just go ahead and say it
You need me like a bad habit, you crave me like an addict
But our future is an easy thing to define, we never even had it

I know you will never leave
And you know I'll always be there
I know you would agree
And you know I'll never compare

Although I am no longer in love with you, your effect on me will never weaken or fade
After four years, you'd think it would have already decayed
But instead, it chose to further invade

At least I know now, a love purer than the one we shared exists
But that doesn't change the fact that with you, even misery was bliss

trigger warning: bullying, alcoholism**

i went adventuring today looking for a creek but i could not find it and it reminded me of looking for salvation in green eyes and looking for hope in blonde haired beauties and being disappointed when everyone turned out to be only human
i went adventuring today and i took my dog with me and he seemed content but the eleven year old boy walking with me seemed afraid, seemed anxious, afraid to be with the leaves and the trees and i feel bad for this kid
he gets bullied at school cause he smells like kerosene because his no good dad won’t clean up the house and hides his alcoholism under the guise of ‘back pain’
the kid has started hanging out with a man that his mom used to date, his birth father, and when he talks about things they do together, he says birth father, but the way it is said you can tell he means real father
the boy has always gone by his birth father’s last name, even when he didn’t know him
i hope this boy doesn’t look for salvation in blue eyes and brown haired beauties. i hope he finds salvation within himself

Sleeping lovers
Mad with drive
Naked hearts
Torn from their homes
Forcing lack of emotion
Drunk
Covered in dirt
Listening to the wine calling
Searching for the key
Locked away with
The demons

Quick, darling
The flames have
Barely covered
The garden
We still have
Time

Yesterday's
Distance
Is no match
For our
Loss

Someday,
The ghosts will bleed
And
We will win

Lying lonely in a hotel room in Charlotte
I'm listening to James Taylor like you said you'd never do
And if I could I'd curse you, calling you a heartbreak or a harlot
But as we both know, simply not a word of it is true. 

I start to wonder what you're doing at this very instant
Back in California, Golden State of emergency. 
Are you smiling at an endless sunset
As you dream of happy endings that I'll never even see?

You press your lips against another's and still I never cross your mind. 
I drag my disembodied heart along rock bottom's floor
As you experience your highest highs, sitting blissfully at his side
And wistfully I'm singing, "Hard times, come again no more..."

Come interrupt me

And fill my soul

With your own words

As I am not able

To find

My own

Teach me

Your language

Soft and slowly

So there will be

More of you

More of me

More of us

Be my poetry

I’ll be your poem.