Beyond those pages of yours are truths,
and lies.
In these binders are clues,
for this life.
Reap the rewards of a good poem,
and please,
don't be afraid to die over and over,
within these books.

Miracles turn yellow over time.
Look at how they crumple when wisdom meets
you,
but only when it's right.
Young child of mine.
Indestructible only within my pages,
please,
don't be afraid to come with me and die,
over and over again.

The dreams of my heart and my mind pass,
Nothing stays with me long,
But I have had from a child
The deep solace of song;

If that should ever leave me,
Let me find death and stay
With things whose tunes are played out and forgotten
Like the rain of yesterday.

You're sad
You're depressed
You don't wanna live anymore
But you're wrong
You don't wanna be sad
You don't wanna be depressed
You do wanna live
But you don't know if you're strong enough to fight it
But you need to
Fight to live
Fight to be happy
Fight to smile a real smile
Fight the battle within
I believe
Everyone believes
You can win
YOU just have to believe in yourself
So now start believing cause you can fight
FIGHT for your LIFE!!

My heart has never been one piece;

I’ve left bits in places and people

for safekeeping or declaration.

So you didn’t break it.

You never even had the chance. 

But don’t think for once second —

it didn’t hurt when you tore 
a piece too big for yourself 
and left my ****** heart half out my chest

Three years now I have followed
the path in which You've set.
Great milestones have been met
but the anchor's chain still drops.

The year before last,
challenges were external.
At a time, post-vernal,
the flood began, sans-ark.

Simple words assailed in waves,
ignored through red-skied mornings.
Ignominy aborning, through lovely scornings,
a reflective pool showed the two visibles.

My path had grown dark between lamposts
the distances grew with self isolation.
Without light, advances cause irritation--
with light I can see my fright.

To all I've hurt,
and for all it's worth,
my robbery of mirth
requires penance.

This pen knots the future,
a copy to be sent in turn,
for my lost friends to learn
the pain one wields with a pen.

the pegions fly
over the juicy-leaves-trees,
sitting, swinging, dancing
on the moist laden boughs.
above them, the eagles waft
on the strong wind, intentionally,
gazing at them and plotting
to ****** their golden moments.
the deer makes slow movements
down the meadows, across the pebbles
to quench their thirst
under the sun, blowing with heat.
behind the bushes and around
the lions and the tigers ambush,
and wait for their comeback
to **** them, to chew them.
in the blue heaven innocence
shines intact and angels on duty
maintain their eternity,
and God is always there.

on earth it wants to sing its song,
but we gag it and injure its voice
to slate our desires, our dreams,
to hold the thrones everywhere.

I fought long, and I fought hard,
But deep lodged was the glass shard

It tore the three layers of my dermis, broke a vein too,
And when I finally pulled it out, it looked a lot like you