Let's climb a tree together
Hand in hand, to the very top
Branch by branch, ascending higher
No looking down, not afraid of the drop

Let's use the wind to wash ourselves
To clean the filth from our ***** hearts
Then let's tuck each other into a slumber
Filled with the softest leaves, and shiniest stars

Let's then wrap our selves not in regret
But the warmth of the rising sun
Which wakes each morning with a new purpose
Being to bring light to all those it loves

Let's promise now to never look down
To forget all we've left behind
We're starting anew, forever, me and you
And we've come up here to begin our new life

So let's climb a tree together,
Live the life we never had before
Once, we were tired and broken
But up here, we're strong; we soar

What happened that night,
I don't know what to say
Did I give my consent?
Was my silence my okay?
I wish I could take it back,
Or forget and move on
But it stays in the back of my mind,
Waiting to taunt and haunt
I feel like it was my fault
That I didn't fight it enough,
I could've said no one more time
But instead I gave up
I remember the words he said
Right before I blacked out
My girlfriend.... Don't worry
I use to hate him but now,
Now I think I hate only myself
And all I lost that night
And I hate how I can't seem to remember
How everything I was back then, died

What hurts...

- Is not being wanted
            By the one you want the most.

What hurts...

- Is having to let go of something
            You associate with home.

What hurts...

- Is falling in love,
            Knowing full well it'll never last.

What hurts...

- Is not having the strength
            To move on from the past.

What hurts...

- Is fighting with the ones
            You let see into your heart.

What hurts...

- Is realizing all your friendships
            Are quickly falling apart.

What hurts...

- Is losing someone,
           Who was never meant to leave.

What hurts...*

- Is having to see all the scars
           Hidden under a sleeve.

What is it to look through eyes
That do not see, cannot perceive?
To listen to soft melodies and symphonies
With ears that do not hear?
What of it to kiss cold, cracked lips
That can no longer feel warmth?
How can one describe the sweet nectar
Of love with a tongue that
Has long forgotten the art of taste?
Why is it fleeting, the scent of pine tree and spices,
Leaving behind only the smell of rot and decay
To penetrate through eternity?

What is death?
Is it nothing more than a poets plaything?
I've never experienced death, not first hand
And so all the encounters I've come to draw on now
Are ones of fantasy and story-tellings,
So I humbly ask for an honest answer, If I may

What is death?
*And will I be ready?

To know
What you
Think about
When you're
Gone-- never

I feel like ripping my insides out
For no real reason other than to see
What they look like..
I bet it would look something like
Spaghetti
I use to like spaghetti, a lot
But I think I ate it too much as a kid
Because when I think of it now,
I hate it
Is it better to hate something - or
Someone - for making you sad?
Or is it better to just be sad?
I don't know the answer,
I don't know if I even want to know
Being sad about something for so long,
It hurts you, only you. I know it does.
I also know hating someone for hurting you
Doesn't hurt them, only you.
But which one hurts less?
Which one will make it better,
If not now, later?
I just want to be okay..

I don't want to be myself
she has too many secrets
I'm drowning in them and
there's no shore in sight
I keep too many things to myself
and it's poisoning me from the
inside out, I need help but
I don't want it...
someone drug me or fill
my bloodstream with alcohol
anything to erase my sense
of self, it wont help but it'll
let me forget for a night

Don't say a word
Let your silence be heard
Let it carry your message
Like the winds carry the bird

i may not be exactly who i want yet
but i'm finding that's okay

one day my wings will be so glorious
and i'll finally soar away

I'm stuck for words at the moment
I can't seem to find the right rhythm
To describe you

It's almost like the sweetest part of you,
The one that I always knew loved me most
Was hidden away from me for all the months
That it was too cold for his steady warmth
Like he was too afraid of becoming frozen
And decided to lock himself away
Inside of you

Because of this feat
I've found you to be more controlling,
Causing me pain in ways I never thought you could,
Or ever would, it hurt me to be with you,
Though it hurt far more trying to flee,
And so I stayed, holding on to the memories of the sweet boy
Who always packed an extra sweater
With me in mind, and never forgot
To kiss me goodnight
I hoped with all my heart he wasn't a facade,
And that he'd come back to me,
But hope faded fast,
I wasn't sure if we'd last

This is where I'm stuck,
Because I'm still dazed by it all
The weather is warmer,
The sun shines brightly
He's happy, Really happy
Not just for the minute or hour
Not because he just finished getting off either
I honestly don't know what happened,
Maybe he sees my effort?
Maybe that's all that sweet boy I missed so dearly wanted,
To see my effort in trying so hard to keep us together,
Because beyond my fast falling hopes,
I saw him today, all day.
In every time he said "I love you," I saw him
And it wasn't just an echo of something he should say,
But rather his own heart speaking to me directly,
I felt he meant it every time,
Complete and total joy well up inside me now
Love dripped from each word and syllable he spoke,
His breath stank of it
And I loved it
And I knew he loved me,
Despite all my horridness, he loves me.

My god, I can't tell people enough of how happy I am,
I've found the secret!
I know what to do!
Can it have been this simple all the while?
All I had to do was but open my lips
Let the sounds of my thoughts roll off my tongue
So easy, so simple,
And yet so hard all the same
But I know what to do now
And if this is what it takes to make my sweet boy
Greet me with smiles and sweet kisses every day,
That I'll **** well suffer through the hardships of change
Until it becomes as natural as loving him.

its the lightening strikes in the dead of winter
snaking down my spine

its every blistering wind howling in the night

I want to write so badly
hurts with every line I delete
write about how it hurt this morning
when I woke up alone
when I fell asleep
with someone next to me

I don't see the point right now
to even writing about
this, no
it's pointless
and all I'm doing is grasping
at air
trying to breathe
clearly and failing
miserably
falling
fast, and yes
I want to crash
I want to burn into ash
crumble into nothing
finally
where I belong at
last..

Don't look to me for comfort
I have no words of my own
I can't make the pain go away
I wont be your home

It's not that I don't want to be
I wish I could be your everything
But if I can't even comfort myself
I'll be next to worthless to go to for help

I know the words I'm searching for are there,
lying beneath the surface of my conscience grasp,
and I know if I try hard enough I can reach them,
pull them from their depths
and use them to create something meaningful
but what if they're not meaningful?
What if I lost it, the talent to string
many times used words together
to make something new altogether?
I could cry with the lack of effort
I put into my poetry now-a-days,
but I'm learning to fear so many things I never use to,
and its hampering my work on a large degree.
How can I claim this is what I do,
who I AM,
when I don't cant feel confident
in my skills as a writer anymore?
Who am I if not a writer?
I'm nothing extraordinary; writing made me feel free
and hopeful and extraordinary,
but I'm not writing anymore,
at the least nothing that makes me feel all those things.

When you -  want a taste of that,
Sweet sweet desire,
But he's - just so tired, and you
Don't wanna be alone;

When you - fantasize all night of that,
Sweet sweet delight,
But the - dreams don't feel right, and you
Don't wanna be alone;

When you - have a lot to lose, he's just,
So sweet to you
But he - hasn't got a clue, and you
Are sick of being on your own;

You get good at being your own home.

I only wish I could see into your world
Just a little glimpse,
A sliver of insight
I either need confirmation on my theories
Or I need to dismiss them
How can I ever find sleep at night
When all I can think about is if shes on your mind?
Call me crazy, but it wouldn't be the first time
That you've found her more interesting to talk to
More beautiful to look at,
Or more satisfying than me
Please, let me in for a while,
Let me see whats behind your locked doors
It'll either settle my fears, leaving me to sleep peacefully
Or it'll shake the earth I walk on,
Causing me to slip through the cracks,
To my demise