Let me save you from the demons that live inside your head
From the ones that torment you day after day
From the ones who don't see you as good enough
From the ones who can't appreciate your beauty.

It's been months since we last talked
But it's still eating me alive
That we aren't as close as before.
You cross my mind everyday
And yet I don't have the guts
To tell you how I feel.
When I walk down the halls
Searching for you is the first thing I do,
But always disappointed to know
You're never there.
To me, you'll always be the sweet guy
I met when I was 12
And not the kid who
Took his life at age 16
-me

i crave the taste
of stale cigarettes and beer
cuz it was the taste of your mouth
what happened here?

i long for
the misspelled drunk texts
that once annoyed me
phone buzzes i flinch, reflex.

i ache for
the feeling of your chest
under my head as i fall asleep
only way i could rest

i hunger for
your love
-all to myself
we never should of.

Why be a writer when you can be a poet?
Why tell someone you love them when you can show it?
You can write all you want and you can say all you want, but it doesn't matter if you can't have a love affair with your piece.
So let's make love and not war and not desecrate the name of peace in the name of war.
The only wars that ought the be waged are those against those who oppress.
Sadly those who oppress control the press.
This world is in distress.I am a convoluted manically depressed hyperactive mess.
I may be a nobody but my words will have an impact.
An impact on those who made a pact to protect us,
They will cower in fear at the boy with blood on his paper and ink in his heart.
AND HOW DARE THEY SAY THAT MY POETRY SHOULD NOT BE CONSIDERED ART!
I say we kickstart the next beatnik generation...
And give these kids, some true... motivation.

I never wanted a hero.
I'm no damsel in distress.
All I wanted was a place
a safe place without duress.