Hark! Now everything is still,
The screech-owl and the whistler shrill,
Call upon our dame aloud,
And bid her quickly don her shroud!

Much you had of land and rent;
Your length in clay ’s now competent:
A long war disturb’d your mind;
Here your perfect peace is sign’d.

Of what is ‘t fools make such vain keeping?
Sin their conception, their birth weeping,
Their life a general mist of error,
Their death a hideous storm of terror.
Strew your hair with powders sweet,
Don clean linen, bathe your feet,

And—the foul fiend more to check—
A crucifix let bless your neck:
’Tis now full tide ‘tween night and day;
End your groan and come away.

There're some things I'd like to change-
Some things I need to rearrange.
Things like my heart, my mind,
My whole **** life.

They need some tweaking,
Some fixing up,
But I don't know what went wrong.

I made it up as I went along;
I had no plan to follow.
Now I'm empty and hollow
And looking for something
To fill me up inside.

My head knows what I need,
But my heart refuses to believe.
I don't know how to make me better,
I only know I feel bound and fettered
By the choices I've made,
The things left unsaid,
And the things I've said too much.

They're killing me.

'Cause I can't take them back,
Or hit rewind and fix it.
I just have to build on top of it,
And, man, that's so hard-
To forget all the things
That make life so rough,
And act like they never happened;

To just keep on going
Like I never made that mistake,
Like it never cut me to the bone,
Like it didn't leave a scar.

It's too bad they don't make Mederma for the heart.

Now everybody
clap with me
Just clap a beat
now ‘1’ ‘2’ ‘3’
Now everybody
sing with me
the anthem of humanity
the red stained peace
the apathy
The fairy tale of harmony
The doves are flying
high not free
the plastic leaders smile for us to see
the knives they hide for none to see
with tailor made suits and classy style
they tailor made their venom lies
now suffer us till end of time
and now sing us this broken rhyme
The Anthem of Humanity.

Fall into the sea,
Drown in the sky,
A world of nothing,
Everything,
It's time to say goodbye,
Take a breath,
Leap on faith,
Pray for the ground,
Hope for wings,
And the rushing screams all around,
The colors bleed to black,
Remember, Reminisce, Forgive,
Keep running, keep pushing,
Hope never truely dies,
It will only be the end.

You let the smoke surround you and the alcohol slide right through you. The demons fight for what's left to stand alone. The battle rages and you lose all sense. deteriorating,wasting. Dream of goodbyes, and spit on the faith. Hope brings the weak, and hate brings the hopeless. The death of a loved one and the retreat of the balance we keep. Words spill out of your mouth like *****, nothing but untruths and deceit.

This is a poem.
And there was a tree.
And a person underneath.
Gravity happened.
An apple fell.
It rolled on the ground.
Many things roll.
Like a ball on a smooth surface.
That was a comparison.
Poems work best with relation.
Some people love.
Some people fear.
That is enough for some.
Black and white is simple.
Some like complexity.
Metaphors.
Obscurity.
And in the end.
I guess what every author wants.
Is someone to take the time and read.
If only from beginning to end.
This is the end of the poem.

What I do take,
makes tomorrow.
Goodbyes, do not happen,
until the next day.
Closed eyes.
Goodbyes.
Until next times.
Why sleep,
only to wake in analysis.
Red eyes; because sleep is
for death.
When your arms go numb,
you find release.
Dark circles.
Light moans.
Sleep deprivation.
Self deprecation.
REALationships.
A man stuck in the clouds,
because walking on solid ground,
will eventually become worn;
cracks form
and spread,
and that is time.
Time makes no mistake.
Time shows the etch lines,
sketched in a face.
The rings on a log.
The ***** jewel.
Words that still resonate.

My heart lay bleeding at my feet
I stare as you tear it apart.
I stagger back as you take your walk alone.

You say you're off balance,
So I go and the sides are even again.
You won't miss me when I'm gone.

You were my best friend and more.
I still want to be your friend, too.
But I need time to heal my heart.

You're not really gone, but to me you are and I miss you.
And I know you're not coming back.
So I'll see you around and we'll say hello.

I try, but can't put into words:
The sound of my heart shattering
The sight of the permanently gray skies etched into my mind
The feeling of your arms... I'll never feel again
The scent of the tears on my face
And the taste of them in my mouth

But my senses are numb.
I notice these things, but don't really feel them.
Isn't it tragic?

Stop showing
You love me
A little at a time.

Stop saying
You care
Bit by bit.

Stop keeping
Me here
For tiny pieces of time.

Because I need
All of you
Not piece by piece.

I love
All of you
Not just some parts of you.

So love all of me
All the way
All the time.

Or let all of me go
All at once
For good.