a bottle of pills cannot evaporate the darkness you face, my friend.
they are stepping stones. the start. they may be at the end. they may not.
there will be many who are beacons; a few shall be your flashlights.
remember they have batteries; remember that the glass can crack.
remember that they can dim and flicker out, and you will need to leave them behind. such is as life goes.
there will be signs, there will be illusions. there will be sunny days and there will be days when it seems the sun has flickered out.
the road is hard and worn, and not all who travel it see the end.
but many still have, many still do.
many will find you on this road, and they will walk with you.
some will leave, some will stay, some will take the other path.
you will find me on this same road, and i hope we can walk it together.
we shall be the beacons, like others have been for us. we shall be each other's flashlights.
we will be the sun.

Why can't I lie?
And pretend I'm fine and I'm not hurt at all.
Why can't I lie?
And say I don't miss you anymore and I'm not lost.
Why can't I lie?
And act as if you were nothing and I'm alright.
Why can't I lie the way you do?
Maybe because you are not lying.

I believe in ghosts.
I want to.
I believe in all gods; therefore

None.
I believe in both the survival and
Demise of Mankind.

I believe in the perfection within
Every shard and smithereen.  
Existence is

Excellence.
Stop. Stop correcting yourself
To pieces.

You don't need to drop those sizes.
You don't need those wrinkles
Gone.

You don't need that stanza to
Rhyme; to reverberate; to shine
Standing out like

Embraces on a battlefield.
Everything created is an
Infant. Approve of it.

Adore it. Admire it.
Love your child, and
Forgive it. For

All it
Refuses
To be.

Mother
My mother took me into her loving home
Gave me an amazing family to call my own
She held my hand through scary times
Showed me love and sang me rhymes
Tucked me tight through the night
She said don't let the bed bugs bite
Years flew by and now I'm grown
I also created a family of my own
Learned values from her that stayed with me
Now teach my own to follow thee
My Mom is great and hope they see
Just how special you are to me
If you need me I am here
As you were for all those years
I'll hold you're hand and hold you close
Then listen to you when you need the most
Remember my love runs deep for you
Let me show my caring gratitude

Artistic
Respectful
Intelligent
Avantgarde

Empathic
Moving
Intense
Loving
Youthful

Sporty
Preppy
Emotional
Nice
Caring
Eccentric
Resourceful

Happy
Adamant
Natural
Naughty
Aware

Alive
Learning­
Isolated
Scared
Original
Naive

She left me

It hurt

Ow my heart

I will get better

I will survive

Love is pain

Ow

Our love was like a kite string

I couldn't hold on for too long

the wind was really strong

whoa watch out for that wind

****, it's like a hurricane out in this ****

Wow, I'm very heartfelt

Hopefully someone sleeps with me after I read this at the slam

I like to wonder, crazy things
When i am bored
Moles climbing trees
and more absurd things
Like cookies coming out of boards
I also think
When u broke my heart…
I don't think i'm bored anymore

why must
the saddest of people
be the ones
who get
hurt
the most?
it is not exactly
fair
you see,
they are hurt
they must be healed,
but some wounds
do not want to close
and choose
to remain
open
and raw.

m.g.