I
do everything I can

Just
to live for you ..

But
I cant even feel you anymore

What
have I done to you?

You
are my everything and

I *******
broke you,

And
I talked to you yesterday

And
I’m still not sure

That it was you I even spoke to .



I always
pictured

That
when we were together that

We
would live it up…

But
lately it seems like

The
only light I have has given up,

You’ve
given up.

It
feels like we’re falling apart

But
I promise im not giving up!!!

I
love you so **** much and im losing you .

And
when you’re gone,

What
the hell am I supposed to do?

Lay
in bed,

Cry
in my pillow,

And
pretend it’s you?

Because
that’s exactly what im

Gonna
do .

I bet
you didn’t know

That
when im alone

it’s
for you that I cry .

what
else can I do

when
I’m watching everything

I love
die?

And
the worst  part is…

I’ve
given this my very

Best
try.

I too
often catch myself

Asking
why

Why
do I keep hurting her?

Why
am I the reason she cuts?

Why the **** do I keep bothering to wake up?

Now
that I read this

I guess
it’s clear why she’s giving up …

Because
I just can’t stop ******* up.

I’m
just not good enough.

Hello
world

Im
just a ***** up

I didn’t
think it’d be this hard to love me when I grew up.

The
part that ***** is I’m love struck

I can’t
just give up.

And
if you’re looking for a broken man

Here
I am

Holding on
to our love for dear life

Once
again

****

Empty, am I
The well
Has gone dry

Not empty,
You simply need to breathe
Maybe even cry

Black is the Silence
That fills me
Madness reigns

Not black, just hurt
You need to find words
To express the pains

And all is Lost
Hope has Flown

Never lost,
You've just grown

No light
Do I deserve

Brighten up,
Keep a smile in reserve..

Even the moonlight
runs and hides away

But my sunlight
Is forever here to stay

Scared, am I
of that forever night

Don't be scared,
Take my hand
Together we can fight

That empty place
that does devour
and holds me tight*

No, a special place
For only you and I
Where our smiles
Will shine bright

They call me childish but I laugh with these eyes
The crimson tears that once flooded the skies
Always being looked down upon as if I'm Satan's child
The struggle is real and I don't know why
I'm just an innocent child who just wanted to survive
Fighting the tough battle that'll lead to his demise
Being weakened for reasons only god knows why
Stumbling on ever twig that he passes by  

But why...

I just wanted to live my life
I didn't ask to be stuck beneath these skies
But what does one expect from an orphan in disguise
Blooded tears leaking from his broken eyes
If only they knew the truth
The pain I try so hard to deny
Calling home a box in the street
Curling up in a ball trying to maintain the heat

This life...

I would reach out calling out for mom
But mom is gone probably getting high again
There goes my lunch money dad was kind enough to give
Too bad papa don't want me refusing to take me in
He knows mom is an addict but he just looks at me saying I'll survive
Ha I'll survive after I starve to death
Because I have too much pride to be on the streets begging for money
Only for it to be used for my mother's "food"
It ain't my fault my parent's abandoned me
sigh why this life gotta be so hard


I didn't...

I'm so weak I can't complain no more
My legs feel like rubber and my stomach continues to growl
I can feel my life span shortening searching for a sad relief
It's the end for me, god please set me free
I crawl in desperation settling for the crumbs I find on the ground
Look at me pathetic
It's sad how life did me so wrong

ask for...?

Who would dare ask for this
I just wanted to be a normal if you know what I mean
I want to yell at my parent's saying I hate them
Knowing they still love no matter what
But that's not the case for I
The child about to die leaving his cursed why's
But why this life I didn't ask for?

As I walk through the battlefeild of hate
Bleeding every step of the way
I remember the reason why I fight
The reason why I must return home

As the blood gushes out of my open wounds
My strength never dwindle beyond my reach
I crawl in pain making my way
Just to live another day

As I watch my comrades fall to the ground
My fears grew stronger
And my pride lit the night,
I'm coming home...that I do swear

I made a promise
One that I plan to keep
I will not die here
Not as long as my heart beats

You wait for me at home
And I will see you soon
My love of my life...stay strong my dear
For me...please...I will end this here

The spider Queen, aloofly vain!
She rules a silent ruthless reign,
with black-bead eyes like pearls of rain
that damp the depths of her demesne.
          .
                     .
                                .
A spider spins, with nimble feet,
a sticky web of grim deceit
that drapes the corners, dark, discreet,
in catacombs of her retreat.

Her jointed legs (in number, eight)
traverse the threads with stilted gait,
but often more she'll lie in wait
within the hub of her estate.

Shy spiders live their lives alone
ensconced within a silky throne;
unless a transient guest comes flown,
their lives bide empty, monotone.
          .
                     .
Well, now and then, a sullen breeze
may twitch the toils, begin to tease –
yet nothing's caught and nothing pleas,
so patience's bid  at times like these.

But then again, when stars ignite,
may maunder by a gnat, by night,
be taught a dance, a writhing rite,
within a lace of death, wrapped tight.

Sometimes a spider's in the mood
and waits awhile, whilst being wooed –
and then, to later feed her brood,
the widow slays her mate for food.

In time a spider dies, 'tis true,
bequeathing but a residue
entwined, devoid of retinue,
in fibers decked in silver dew.
          .
                     .
                                .
One asks "What purpose serves the GNAT –
to feed and make the spider fat?
Well, 'tis perchance just naught but that
within a mindless habitat.
          .
                     .
"Yet, what's the aim?” you may inquire,
“at the heart of MAN's desire.
To which goals should WE aspire
reaching high and reaching higher?"

We've, through the ages, left the mire,
trundling wheels and taming fire,
doing deeds that must inspire,
nursing needy, calming crier, …

Such things as these, most may admire:
          - placid dove and war defier
            (some are bolder, some are shyer)
          - patience (mess-up mollifier);

          - humankind (Life's justifier)
          - charity (charmed self-denier)
          - tolerance (proud pacifier )
          - love of Life (folk unifier).


What more could we, as flesh, require?
Needless kneeling neath the spire?
Childish chanting in the choir?
Preaching hell's impending pyre?


No, Death's the only rectifier,
comes the instant we expire,
nothing after, sentience prior.

So, treasure Life and don't deny Her.

It's the flow of poisonous ink
The way you think
It's deadly
It's the sound of a beautiful scream
The way you dream
It's poetry

Your words are a dagger
Only stronger
Piercing through hearts
Touching a lifeless mind
Pain in some parts
But not difficult to find

It's the rain after lightning
The way your words pour
It's rhythmic
It's the heat of the sun setting
Powerful like never before
It's electric

Written or thought
I care not
Just that it's preserved
Because
This life is a song
**What will be your verse?