And it sits against the wall
waiting in anticipation
This is not the day for this
I know
and it won't ever be.

Do you believe in your bed?
or would it leave you too sad?
Apart from: lame things, telling scenes from dreams, and
pain, and shame, and everything I guess..
All aside
Do you believe you're down?
That you're too old?

So,Give everything away that matters
and everything that makes you sad.
Wake up.

Lemons are yellow
I catch the eye of a passerby and my body feels like jello
I say hello and then they are gone
like a beautiful fawn they run away
if only they had stayed, I have so much to say
but perhaps I will see them again someday
but this is for you, whoever you are
I wrote you this poem and it's straight from the heart

Holding my head as I jump as high as the ground
I'm falling as high as the clouds
So, fly away with me
I'll take you around
we'll race for the mornings end

The summer comes and we
try for what's left of this dream
I'm calling you back to say
"I love you" to fix my mistakes

Some say we can't live
life without any faith
or pride for the roads that we take
Pick me up
let me in
I feel so out of place
I feel like I'm ready to go

Oh, and it's just like you
to act like you don't even care
Oh, and it's just like me
to go home in this state

You can break yourself away
do it all alone
and they won't even know

and you can thank your Dad and God
that you've got a home
it's somewhere
to go

even when I try
I cannot deny
poems never lie

when I spend time with you
I always get behind

our bond is sacred
and if we have faith
our love will always
share the same name

Why do I dine in a twisted up mind
Kind of like a spine
it twists it bends it turns all night
Tired I perspire
weary joints after a days work
I'm working out these muscles
The sands of time are falling down around me
I don't mind
I fright that I might in a few months time

Disaster strikes and masters rake
hot coals against my back neck
masters of *** say what's best
attackers test the minds
of everyone that wasn't attacked,
but heard about it from the news,
or a friend, or something like that
I claim that it's Wack, but
I cower though because
I empathize with the twisted ones
They run with guns and come from
rundown households but
they hold the key to the future
and if we don't help the more than few
that are lost, then we are lost
it costs our humanity when we
walk past the insanity  and sleep
in our comfy beds. our heads feel clear
beneath our solid venires. I peer
through the eyes of these lies and
the sadness is that I see the real happiness

I think things,
write them down,
and then post them.

I still can't sleep
but   I keep everything I need inside my room
I have some food to eat
and I'm surrounded by neat old jars for me to *** in
bad air seeps in
slowly creeping
I board the windows
and tightly saran wrap every seam
and duct tape over every vent
and jam some towels in between
my only door and wooden floor
and now it's me, and only me
secluded air is all I breath
and all that's left is my own scent
a heavy stench of human being
now I rest
I end up dreaming   I'm asleep
but things start seeming sort of fake
and then I wake, but not at home
I'm still alone, but things are different
If I shift it
to my room
will all this dreaming still resume?
I'd rather board this place instead
create some safe air for this bed
it isn't home, but that's ok
perhaps in this place I can stay
and stay awake

how could it be
sharing this and I like it
you like the way I say "nice"
speaking in short sentences
about things that I like
slash love and you're one of them
messed up on all of this
feel good atmosphere

I can't always help you, but I'll do what I can.
One day you won't need it, because you'll be a man.

Rain made quite the anchored boy
underneath laid out the things he never could avoid

Today
is it half the same?
Why bother looking up?
They'll probably just give it away.
Today
am I half the same?
I think this thing
is probably not going away.

I could make it all up
and no one would even know the difference
and I could mess things up
and know that everything's gonna be fine
someday..

If only it could change in someway..
Someday

It seems lately he's been acting out
ok.. We'll raise the dose.
It's a little messed up. I know

To say
to a kid that's eight
"what's wrong with you? Why the hell do you act that way?"
To say
at the age of eight
"I'm sorry everyone, I probably didn't take it today".

If only I could change
Someday

I saw  I had 68 poems
then thought  "ha  69"

Rain
like quiet beats for me
and oh it beats like you when you were honest
saving time for open waste of space in this original
setting
or at least in this case
a fixed scenario of a man acting like a child could help
better explain the point
and perhaps reveal why it even made a bit of sense
the first time around
without ruling out all the moments that lead up to
this second
this week
and this year
because without whatever it is that made us understand
the severity of what's in motion
we might not have been here for any other reason
than to just be

we don't need proverbs to guide us
everything's inside us

Everyone's asleep
I can make food when I get home
and sprawl into my bed alone
and try to keep my head in a good place
face it
I've been wandering the streets
I've been wandering
it's not a cold dead world
it's just a cold dead world when we're blue
I refuse to admit that I should just quit
because the way I live my life is something right
it's something I can hold on to
can you hold on too?

thought about
you today
wishing I
could write that way

I played the game
just about as long as I could
I take a deep breath
drop hope as you would
Are you ready for this open night? Realize.
Sunsets, streetlights, and sun glazed eyes.

school starts next week
I'm no longer centered
there's so much to do
and the stress starts to enter

I felt sad today,
but glad that I could feel

It rattles my bones
far from any place considered home
literally alone sitting patiently
facing these hallowed out trees in a cold breeze
a crippled bee wallows on the ground
I found some meat for it to eat
and a stone to help breach it from the sandy madness
sadness takes me as the bee falls back over
a colder breeze chills me
It kills me to see the struggle and stress
fighting without resting.
Accepting its fate I walk away
and contemplate my own last day
everything will living will die
No matter how hard we try to fight
and it might not sound that great
but  I'll wait for that moment
when I know it's all ok

too real to have voice
too secondhand to have choice
and everyone I know is truly lost
and I cry for you
lift up your voice
no. you bite your tongue
gifted a choice
so, you up and run away
away.

It's too real to talk about
and I'm sorry
I cried for myself
until it stopped

I feel less than here
it's all my fault
surely I was meant to fall
into this dark
where I can't stand
pick me up
and hold my hand

A fall of race on yellow pages
I've got no habitat or season to exist
but, a hideaway lies somewhere south
Where I can slink away and shut my mouth
and if I think of something else I'll let you know

It's a picture stolen from my sleep
where the air warm and space is cheap
and the faculty are all supervised.
It's made from grit and sand
It's small enough to hold in your hand.
Imagine all the things that never end

I hide my face on other days because I find it fun
It separates old and gray
The perfect time to lose your mind
is when you know you're out and you still have a chance

The diaries of all their sons
held something that was frowned upon
a heavy taste of grime
because the youth was lost before it had name
no one laughed we felt ashamed
It was too soon to say

When the metal came alive
You came around
As I gathered up my few things
I fell apart

Hold yourself together now

Every day I wait I think of all the things I used to say
and how my folks are getting older by the hour
I'm waiting for the day you prove
that you're back to yourself again

When the metal came alive
You came around
As I gathered up my few things
I fell apart
and a new day started
Troops came flooding in
and you, a guardian actress, had a reason to abuse myself
Well, I said that I wasn't ready
Who are you to say, "I think I'll run away"?

True love
We'll fall on our ******* faces

this is not a poem