What's equality when theirs cops
Beating around the neighbourhood
With a loaded gun nudging guilt
On the wounded sides of the bullied
Spitting on the youth with a blind eye
Turned away from bottles of pills
That we're forced in innocent hands
Because apparently they had a
                  problem with authority
-tdf

shifting seasons
no more reasons
different textures
cut up pictures
                           gone

chilled breezes
untamed seizures
present living
past escaping
                            I'm gone
-tdf

What changed?
          is it optimism
          or a new bed of lies

          forgiven scars
          or prophecies


What's choices without emotions
Why is that wrong
-tdf

Before my eyes, heavy with exhaustion, shut
I want to tell you that I'm sorry and that
I wish this was a suicide note so I could say goodbye
But there's nothing else in the world I'd rather hate
is to leave in that sort of way now a day so I'll just sigh
'cause there's less time now and I want to say
I'm trying so hard and
I was never taught that before and now I have to
and everyone's all pushing me so I make do
with something I thought I could do
but now tomorrow,
I don't think I'm going to school
because my teacher only likes good work
and I don't think I'm in that right state of mind
to create something that authentic and one of a kind
but will I ever and that's the question
but then I know I'm just trippin' on too much
medication that's been drowning my thoughts
and racing my heart I swear if I saw him again
I would never put him back to life through pen
but here I am but its not about him
its not about what dosage the psychiatrist prescribed me
when I was hiding under something he couldn't see
I guess everything here is pretty self explanatory.
-tdf

and in low times on sad nights
black tendrils sliver from the darkness
and lick seducingly close at torn skin

promising sweet release from razor pain
whilst imbedding their poison in vessels
to be encompassed by welcoming lips
-tdf

There.
In an instant you're there,
making room for your things
in the left cavity at the bottom of my heart.
Creating the ambience of home
in the pit of my stomach
and refilling the ducts conveniently
placed in the corners of my eyes.
-tdf

Eyes grey like the shades of lead,
fingers numb with the winter chill.
Love like poems you still haven't read,
tears streaming with a pain I cannot ****.
-tdf