You may not be a knight,
My dear,
But you shine like one's armor.
Your horse
Is a 2011 mustang
And though you don't have a sword
You still pierce my heart.
You may not be a hero,
My dear,
But you might be the one to save me.

There once was a squirrel named Nutty
Who was looking for a little buddy
But Nutty was alone
So he burned down his home
With himself inside of it

Oh darling,
I think I need you,
I don't think I'll make it alone.
Oh darling,
Though its still new,
I think you might be the one.
Oh darling,
When you smile
You outshine each star in the sky.
Oh darling,
Its been a while
Since anyone caught my eye.
Oh darling,
I can't resist
The music in your soul.
Oh darling,
I must insist
That its my heart that you stole.

Hello old friend
I'd missed you so.
I didn't know you'd be back so soon.
I wish you'd written me
I could've prepared.
But here we are
Reunited once again.
I'm speechless.
You were never supposed to come back.
Sometimes that made me happy
But then I remembered.
I remembered all those times you were here
Even though no one else was.
And I missed that.
Can you believe it?
I missed you.
That little hand on my back.
Whispering in my ear.
Welcome back.
Welcome back to that hand
To the voice in my ear
The ever present.
Welcome back.
Welcome back depression.
I can't believe I missed you.

One day you won't need love anymore
You'll wake up to your alarm, instead of love's siren song.
Your head will make decisions, not your heart.
You'll laugh and smile, carefree.
The sun will shine.
One day you won't need love anymore.
You won't want or be wanted.
The fall leaves will be a little less bright,
You'll find less warmth on a winter night.
One day you won't need love anymore.
The songs won't sound the same.
You'll have less joy, but still, less pain.
Your heart won't break, but it'll beat less too.
One day you won't need love anymore,
But my dear,
You'll wish you did.

There is no greater pleasure
Than skin on bare skin

My blood fills with poison as I look in your eyes. Being with you is an emotional suicide. I try my best to keep away, but the poison brings me back, wanting to fight. But I succumb to its weakening pull. I fall to my knees, and choke out my last breaths as your poison fills my veins, my lungs, my heart, my brain. I fall to the ground, spent for the day, hoping my fight will return, and your poison will go away.

Your interest is piqued
By we the people,
The prosperous poor.
Pacified by things
As simple as passion,
We push,
Pull,
And punch
Our way to the peak.
You're puzzled
By our paedarchy
Where the puerile rule
For they are the prudent.
We are the prosperous poor,
The pauperized children,
Packing our hearts
With dreams of progress
And thoughts of prodigies.
Poor by birth,
Prosperous by personality,
We are the prosperous poor.
We, the children of poverty
Who have been pure only in heart
Will proceed
To prove that the poor
Are prosperous at heart.
The prosperous poor
Are only prosperous
Because they have felt the pain
Of the poor.

All I really know for sure
Is that my love for you is pure.

It’s raining,
And I wish you were here.
Because, and I know it’s cliché,
But I’m falling a lot harder
Than this rain, and dear,
It’s torrential here.
But these sheets of rain
Remind me of the sheets we share,
And I’d just as quickly
Wrap myself up in them
If I thought you were in there, too.
It’s 101° there.
But here it’s raining.
And I miss you.

With the bang of a starter pistol
My heart sets off
On yet another rat race
Running from broken promises
Hurdling over "just friends"
And trying to avoid strings attached
To all it's mistakes.

He walks in, khakis cuffed
Nikes laced tight.
He says, "I know hip hop is dead
But Imma revive it tonight".
He picks up the mic
While they laugh cause he's white.
He pays no mind,
Just steps into the spotlight.
Their jaws drop
When he starts to spit
They've never seen his match,
He's on that real ****.
He ran out of rhymes, he's freestylin' now
And every syllable, like a puzzle piece, fits.
There's a smile on his face now,
He knows he's legit.
He drops the mic
And walks away,
Doesn't look back
Its more impactful that way.
Everyone just stares
They don't know what to say
All they know, deep inside,
Is hip hop was reborn that day.

This is my requiem for you,
The newspaper airplane soaring
Round my heart and head.
This is my requiem for you,
The silent dream
Just out of reach.
This is my requiem for you,
The rain
That won't stop falling.
This is my requiem for you,
The only one
I'll ever need.
My upper,
My unattainable red dress,
My pure,
My rush.
This is my requiem for you,
My dear,
For my dream.

A rose by any other name,
Means nothing at all.
For by any other name,
A rose, is a flower, is a ****.

Rotten milk spills,
Covering the floor,
The stench stays for weeks,
Til you can't stand it anymore.
Rotten milk spills,
It rolls out in chunks.
It makes your stomach curdle,
As it did weeks ago.
Even when you've cleaned it
The memory remains.
Rotten milk spills, my dear,
And there's nothing you can do.

Let the scars stay
For through the scars
Shines the soul
Through the scars
We show our past
We show where we fought
Where we've lost
And where we've pulled through
So let the scars stay
For through our scars
We find ourselves

My heart pulsed
When he walked into the room,
The way it only used to do for you.

They tried to bury us my dear
But they didn't realize that we were seeds

I learned today
That our cells regenerate
Every seven years.
It gives me peace
To know that in seven years
My body will no longer know you.
In seven years my skin
Will no longer tingle
At your touch.
In seven years my tongue
Will no longer remember
The taste that your lips allowed.
In seven years my eyes
Will no longer see you
On every street corner.
In seven years my ears
Will no longer hear
The music in your voice.
In seven years my nose
Will no longer smell
Your cologne in my bed.
But I learned another fact today:
Your braincells never go.
How tormenting it is
That you'll be gone from all my senses
But, in seven years, still haunt my mind.

She breaks the law instead of hearts
Because she wants to be the brick
Not the window pane.
She loves the wind in her hair
Because it makes her feel
Like she's flying.
She relishes the highways
Because they quench her
Insatiable wanderlust.
She loves you
Because you take her breath away
With a single look.

Show me your scars
And I will run my fingers over them
To show you I am not afraid.
Show me your bruises,
Black purple and blue,
And I will kiss them til they heal.
Show me your broken heart, my dear,
And I will give you mine
Until yours is mended once more.

I'm sick and tired of writing all about you
About the way your eyes shine
And the skin around them crinkles when you laugh
I'm sick and tired of writing
About your smile
And the dimples that frame it
About your fingers
And how their touch is electrifying
I'm sick and tired of writing
Poem after poem
That you will never read
I'm sick and tired
Of loving you
With nothing in return.

I find more and more that the simple things make me smile.
The things that make life make sense.
I keep a list beside my bed.
It makes me smile to know
The sun will rise every day,
Though there is dark, there is light,
Sugar will make my coffee sweet
And two plus two will always equal four.
I smile knowing
That music will never die,
Nor will hope,
And that even death,
Can't **** an idea.
I smile at the simple things,
For they are the most beautiful.

I remember when I was just 13
I had dreams of getting shaded under a money tree.
But there was so much despair around
I started to worry I'd die in that town.
But then I had a dream in which I took solace,
A dream where I blew up like Chris Wallace.
I decided right then and there the sky's the limit
And it ain't just a phrase I live it.
And I can't change the world till I change myself
So I'm putting all this ******* on the shelf.
I knew that I had to go to any ends
Just to hold on to surviving friends.
We look up every night and thank our lucky stars
Cause we don't know how we made it this far
When we were just a public disturbance
Raised in a jungle that was urban.
But we on that 8 mile vibe now
We're gettin out, god knows how.
But we know now that the sky's the limit
And it ain't just a phrase, we live it.

I have some trouble trying to sleep,
No matter how long I count sheep.
My brain was fried
And so I cried
Til my eyes finally shut.
The next night it's all the same.
I need some drugs to numb this pain.
My mind is gone,
It's been so long,
Since my eyes really shut.
I have some trouble trying to sleep
So off my balcony I'll leap.
My brain was fried
And so I died.
Now my eyes are finally shut.

There's something beautiful
About the way
Your lips speak my name,
And the way
Your fingers fit perfectly with mine.
It's beautiful
How your smile
Pierces my heart,
And how your eyes
Pierce my soul.
There's something beautiful
About your soul, my dear
And the way it intertwines,
Perfectly with mine.

Something in the way he moves,
All I can do is stare.
Something in the way he moves,
Oh God, it isn't fair.
Something in the way he sings
Calls my heart to him.
Something in the way he sings
Fulfills my every whim.
Something in the way he shows me
The beautiful ways he loves,
Something in the way he shows me,
That he was sent from up above.
Something in the way he moves me
Sings my broken heart to sleep.
Something in the way he shows me
That he is mine to keep.

So much is coming back, overwhelming what already is. Thinking of what I lack don’t know how to live. Everything is changing; don’t know if it’s better or worse. My life needs rearranging, I’ve gotta escape this curse. I don’t know where I’m going; barely know where I’ve been. Life’s not getting any better now matter how hard I try, everything’s getting harder no matter how much I lie. I don’t know where to turn; pain’s too much to swallow. All I can do I burn and stay here to wallow. It’s all too much to handle, I’m burning out. Going like a dying candle smothered by my doubt. I don’t know what to do, problems swirling round my head. I don’t know what to do with the life I’ve lead. This rains coming down on me washing hopes around, there’s nowhere I wanna be. Each drop is like a person, just another ripple. I’m drowning in this lake people think is a puddle. They’re telling me to stand; my feet can’t find the land. I’m lost nothing left to say, speechless all the way. The words I can find are few; they go a little like *******.

And as we sat by the road
Staring at the country sky
We spoke of the beauty of the stars
Of the lives they hold
And the stories they told
And when you turned to me
You told me we were just like the stars
Because people stare at our beauty
But in reality
We’re already dead

They call it stormy Monday,
But Tuesday's a hurricane.
Wednesday's even worse without you babe.
Thursday's also sad,
And Friday's just as bad,
Saturday ain't worth the wait without you babe.
I'll spend my first Sunday in church
Prayin' all day,
For you to come back baby.
They call it stormy Monday,
Since my baby went away.
Tuesday's been a hurricane
Cause my baby went away again,
Wednesday's even worse
Its like livin' with a curse without you babe.
Thursday's also sad,
And Friday's just as bad,
Saturday ain't worth the wait.
Then Sunday came like it was fate,
And I prayed for you all over again.
Every Monday's stormy without you
And every day just gets more blue.

And summer comes to me
Even in the winter and the fall.
Summer calls to me
And into the glow of summer, I fall.
He whispers to me
Warming me with his fingertips.
Summer sun comes to me
Especially in the dark.
He confides in me
The secrets of the sun.
Summer comes to me.
And so, even in the winter,
I love summer.
I love him with all my heart
And with all the warmth of the summer sun.

Tell me dear,
Do you wish we'd fall in love?
Cause its all I'm thinking of.
Tell me dear,
Do you think I had a chance?
I was captivated after just a glance.
Tell me dear,
Is this just a dream?
You cannot be as perfect as you seem.
Tell me dear,
Where do I start?
You have stolen my heart.
Tell me dear,
Will you take my heart?
Cause I've been hooked from the start.
Tell me dear,
Are you what you seem?
Cause you are my dream.
Tell me dear,
Was it just a glance?
I hope you'll give me a chance.
So tell me dear,
Do you wish we'd fall in love?
Cause its all I'm thinking of.

It starts in your heart
Then it pumps to your blood.
The art of dying isn't hard to master.
Then it moves to your bones
Then into your nerves.
Now its moving faster.
It spreads to your head,
Soon you'll be dead.
The art of dying isn't hard to master.
It feeds on your dreams
And snacks on your hopes.
Now you're dying faster and faster.
You're losing your thoughts
And your memories are gone.
The art of dying isn't hard to master.
Now your skin is pale
And your lips are white.
You couldn't have died faster.
The art of dying was not hard to master.

Destruction,
After all,
Is a form of creation.
And you've destroyed me,
My dear,
From the inside out.
You smashed in my brain
With a sledgehammer,
Sawed off
All my nerve endings,
And clipped
My blood vessels.
Then you found something special.
Then you burned my heart,
My dear,
And I crumbled
From the inside out.

The kids are in trouble
They're all the same
The only difference between them
Is in their fingerprints.
A painted facade
Masks glass hearts and porcelain dreams
Broken by the huff and puff
Of the joint between their cracked lips.
The kids are in trouble
Their eyes no longer shine
And their passion
Is gone.
They're drowning
In depression
So the only ecstasy they feel
Is the pills they're poppin'.
The kids are in trouble
They're all getting lost
They can't see the path
So I turn off the light
Cause there's more to see in the dark.

It been days
Since I've slipped into blissful sleep.
I'm running on fumes
Of nothing but caffeine.
My bed mocks me
And my pillows call my name.
The only relief I have,
Is a cigarette or two
At 3 a.m.
My hands shake
And so do my legs
As I tell everyone I'm okay.
"You need sleep"
They urge.
But this is the life
Of an insomniac.

I need the sea because it teaches me
How people come and go like the tides.
It teaches me the nature of love
When it continuously comes back to kiss the shore.
I learn, when I look at the sea,
How small we are in this world.
Still, I learn how important we small ones are
By the way tiny drops form a tsunami.
I need the sea because it teaches me
To see the depths beneath the surface.
It teaches me the nature of life.

I shake
At the thought of losing you.
It starts in my head,
Then goes to my hand,
Till I can hardly write.
Then it spreads to my legs,
"Stop thinking!" they beg,
"So you can sleep at night".
I break
At the thought of losing you.
It starts in my heart,
(Oh what a place to start)
Till I feel nothing at all.
Then it spreads to my fist,
Sometimes to my wrist,
As my hand breaks against the wall.
I ache
At the thought of losing you.
It starts in my belly,
Then my legs turn to jelly,
Till finally, I fall.
Then it spreads to my lungs
And then to my tongue,
Till all I can do is bawl.

The curse of this town is all in my mouth. I'm drowning in its misery. This whole place is going south, and getting so **** empty. My fancy friends with their fancy cars, take their money and they go so far. They're all too good for me, you see, I'm just a city kid with no money. I hate this town its so dressed up and all my friends don't give a ****. One day they'll realize that their money and their cars, won't get them all too far. Cause their common sense got lost, somewhere in the gloss and glitz and gleam and glamour. So now money's all that matters.

The world needs more lovers
With rose colored glasses
Forever worn
With glass hearts
And stoneless hands
With roses growing
Down their spines
And stardust
Coating their lungs
The world needs more dreamers
With centuries in their cells
And galaxies in their bones
With fiery passion
Boiling their blood
With trembling voices
And wonder in their eyes
With music in their souls
And freedom on their minds
The world needs more you's
Who are more than a number
And are wildly outspoken
Who have an insatiable lust
For knowledge
Who love endlessly
And dream all day
Who search for the beautiful things
Only our hearts can see

Things are calling me away again.
The stars are tugging my hand,
Leading me towards infinity.
The river has engulfed me once more
And is rushing me to its end.
Things are calling me away again.
The smoke that full my lungs
Inflated them enough for me to fly.
My gas pedal is propelling me
To adventures unknown.
Things are calling me away again,
And I couldn't be happier to comply.

I hate the way you look at me
With the whole world in your eyes
I hate the way you hint to me
That you're capable of lies
I hate the way you kiss me
That makes the world stop
I hate the way you smile at me
That makes my heart drop
I hate your stupid uniform
That makes me want you more
I hate the way that your heart
Is always a closed door
But most of all I hate the way
That into love, I did fall
And I hate that I don't hate you,
Not at all.

A tree,
Flowers,
Some tomatoes,
Your lips on mine.

Tonight I vow to forget your name
And drown your memory
In whiskey.
Tonight I vow to forget the way
Your lips tasted with
A pack of cigarettes.
Tonight I vow to forget your hands
And numb my own
With the cold.
Tonight I vow to forget you
For real this time
Like you forgot me.

As the city goes to bed
You and I dance inside my head
All the way down to Hyatt Street
Where lovers are inclined to meet
Flowers grew under our feet
And I love you is all we said
But then the sun began to rise
As reluctantly I opened my eyes
No flowers have grown
For my soul is alone
And the sun has shown
That our dance was a trick of the mind

You have stars behind each eyelid,
And galaxies in your bones.
You are my world,
My whole solar system;
My north, my south, my east, and west
My rising sun and my nightly rest.
I orbit you,
Forever trapped in your gravitational pull.

Unrequited Love
What a painful thing
This painful painful love
Is so **** draining
Empty when you’re gone
Empty when you’re here
I’ve been empty all along
Except for all my fear
Fear you’ll find new love
Fear you’ll soon forget
How we fit like a glove
Dear, you’re the best I ever met
I want you to be happy
Even if it’s not with me
I want you to be happy
Even if I have to see
See you hold her hand
See you kiss her lips
Go to the Promised Land
With your hands on her hips
My heart begins to crack
From that smile on your face
But still I smile back
So yours doesn’t go to waste
Now I’ll wipe away the tears
Dripping from my eyes
I’ll face all my fears
With this happy disguise
Cause I’ll never let you know
Just how sad you make me
Cause when you wanna go
I’ll have to watch you leave
For unrequited love
Is not an uncommon thing
No, unrequited love
Is a common happening

Darling, I'm addicted to you
And this love we never knew.
Dear, our story's nothing new,
Its as old as rhythm and blues.
Maybe you're whats waiting for me
At the bottom of this bottle.
Darling, when I saw you I fell,
Far past the depths of hell
Into the beautiful cell
Fashioned by your love spell.
No one else can bring
Me to my knees without a battle.
Darling, you're something to behold,
With that music in your soul.
Dear, you're full of tales untold
And passion uncontrolled.
Maybe you're what's waiting
For me at the bottom of this bottle.
Darling, I love you,
Plain and true.

I have dreamt of you every night
Since I first felt the weight of your lips on mine.
To my heart's delight,
It seems like the universe's design,
For you and I to be together
Forever intertwined in love.

And so I found you dear,
With kindness in your eyes and fire in your heart.
Covering my love for you with thin veneer,
Pretending I didn't feel the kick start,
When I stared into your eyes
And felt our souls unite.

In five years time
We could be happy,
Laughing in the sun
And in the dark.
All my rhymes
Would be sappy,
About having fun
Or what we do in the dark.

In four years time
We could be exploring
Mountains in the day
And caves at night.
The sun could shine
Or it could be pouring
But either way
I'd want you to stay the night.

In three years time
We could be drinking,
Just so we have something
To talk about.
All that wine
Would stop us thinking
Til we want to do nothing
But walk about.

In two years time
We could be fighting,
Arguing with the stars
And with ourselves.
It would be a crime,
A wrong worth righting,
Lying to our hearts
And to ourselves.

In one years time
You could be gone.
My bedside would be cold
And I'd be alone.
But I think we'll be fine,
I think we'll make it.
But in one years time
You could prove me wrong.