I think I loved you most the winter your heating was broken
And we’d stay inside all morning
Pretending to complain that we couldn’t get out of bed
Our clothes becoming little islands on the floor,
Ones that we could not quite find the courage to visit

Your hand stayed glued to my hip,
Your breath warming my shoulder
Like a long drag of whiskey
That kind that had a home so far away,
In a glass bottle on top of your refrigerator.
The one that would not be opened
Until that fateful day in February,
When everything went wrong

And on that unbearable night
When you joked that you’d freeze to death if I left you
There was a long silence
Like it might be true.

Now it’s warm enough
That I show too much skin when sitting in bars
And you avoid me like the plague,
Whispering in any girl’s ear that’s near to you
Every time you see me watching out of the corner of your eye

We should have stayed inside when the ice began to melt
Because I think
When those doors opened and we finally ventured outside
The world had changed,
And so had you and I.

Welcome to the desert of my soul!
Things once so beautiful
became so rusted as I got old
the journey was long
but I have not reached my goal
so should I keep on...

What is right and what's wrong?
Can you tell even with eyes closed?
What about night terrors,
do you have them too?
The kind that leaves you paralyzed...

Don't you miss the abuse?
The familiar pain of being nothing,
getting hurt makes you feel so good.
You have to hide the scars better,
what will they do if they find out?

There once was an angel on earth
but all the lies and betrayals
turned him into demon
hate is burning inferno
but his heart is so cold

A blue black cloud, all over me is written JOY
in the script of vapor, dense, moist and meaningful,
I am light, like a feather, the breeze is in love with me for that,
I love his gentle persuasion to waft, move about, explore..
and then--ravaged by wind my love changes direction.

I love freedom more than anything, but forgot limits, hover
now, I am no more attached to the green hills, they are jealous,
far above them am I, untouched by their vainglorious pride,
I am not hard-hearted, parched fields send shivers of lightning
break me in to thousand  smaller pieces, scatter around.

My love for this earth is kindled by the sights unfurling below
all the egrets, cormorants, storks and herons of great magnificence,
those kind hearted friends that fly with me often are in pain
like the farmers, there isn't enough water for anything.

A cloud is a thought, inspired by the love for mother earth
by the ocean I am gifted to the breeze, to tour around,
on many lands fell my shade, found life in all varieties,
now is the time to be kind at heart, melt, fall in torrents.

This one's for the lonely
This one's for the proud
This ones for the sad at heart
This one's for the loud
This ones for the tired
This one's for the poor
This one's for the quiet
This one's for the happy
The ones who can be free
This one's for everyone
Including you and me
You see, we're all the same, dear
We all seek something more
So next time you start judging
Think down deep inside
We aren't that much different
You don't have much to hide

there's almost always
an ambiguity
between what my words mean
and what my mind intends them to mean.

like, with loving intention, i tell her
i can't praise you enough

she smells a ploy in praise and enough.

she interprets them as
she hasn't done enough to deserve my praise.

then, when i tell her
with age you're maturing in beauty

she takes them to mean
i'm digging at her age
and her beauty is in doubt.

last, but not the least
when i compliment her thus
you've made my life full

she retorts

no more fooling.

I robbed before I did
I lied before I did
I kissed her once I kissed her friend I kissed him to I've loved a man.
I'm sick!
Never killed a person but I hated
Suicide thoughts always **** him
He was ten years old ima ******
There's blood on my hands yes I did it.
I seen stuff that I should of told
I heard stuff that they never known
I ate stuff that hurts my soul
I gave stuff that I know was wrong!!

Do I believe in demons
Yes
They talk to me they say "look at this mess!"
Do I believe in angels
Yes
They walk with me until Glory come shine on us.

I need a God cause you can judge me but I judge myself every breath.

every mountain has stories to tell
they've been watching for so many years
seeing every climber that fell
hearing screams with rock face ears

every river knows of the pain
pushing it away into collective bays
washing every hurtful stain
lives are turned to red bank clay

every sun ray does it's job
warming hearts with just one glance
making our chests beat and throb
letting us know we still have a chance