I wait all day
I wait all night
But I do not dare
It would be a sin
A sin to even speak of it
The food
The great, wonderful food
But I cannot have it

I wait for a reason
All for a cause
The children need me
They await my call
I call to the children
But I still don't eat

I don't want this written in words. Maybe if it's just in my head, it'll make it less worse.
Feels as if I'm going to burst
Head won't be silent
Thoughts turning violent
Trying not to care
Only been a few years
Tears  still build up here, but put up a shield; one big force field.
No way to reel you in, feeling abandoned up to the brim.

I got into your depth, now all I sense is death. Need a cure before my vision is blurred.  



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A diamond in the rough
hasn't been a diamond for long

From the core
it has been forged in the hottest fires

molded and melted
and hardened

forcing itself through the densest
praying for the chance to make it out alive

to be able to shine brightly in the sun

and through it all
it was plucked from its cave

stripped of its shell
polished and made new

Exposed and vulnerable

Don't break it

I've been searching
For the right words to say
My heart's aching
For you to stay
Since the day you walked away

If you read the words I wrote
it might just break your heart
cause they’re sure as hell too much for me to handle

I throw my gubbins out
in my net, casting for a
dinner to feed you
by spoon.

My words are gubbins.
Irritating impulse of
fingers and joints
bending around your waist.

Our speech is gubbins -
puked through esophagus
bile and awkward conversation.
A belch of early caught perch.

We make love like gubbins.
You flop wrongly, I flip coarsely.
Our toes knot and break.
We kiss backwards.

I cry gubbins
on your sweaty shirt.
Your gubbin caught dinner
still smudged on your cheek.

I wake up to your bucket of
gubbins from dinner next to the bed.
I bring it to my boat
to catch our next meal.

Stay -- your hands
                         My dear
                         My friend
Stay -- your hands
                   My friend...*

I know times have been better --
                    The crops have been wetter
Our hearts have been lighter and
Our bonds have been tighter

    But I want you to know --
    That some flowers it’s
    In the dessert they grow
*So stay -- your hands
       My friend.

In a life of learning from your mistakes,
how blessed you must be to commit
To those while holding hands of a person:
Whom you so dearly call as a friend!

Breathing in each other's breath and,
Venturing into the darkness of life,
Hand in hand we go, igniting light from within.
Friend:- a companion unto himself:
Through the loneliness that this life offers.

From the mistakes we make, spark opinions
Of all sorts and of all kinds known to man.
Mine differs from yours and yours from others.
Opinions projected from the quintessential free will of man,
Make us the finest of the Almighty's creation.

We have but one life to live under the sun.
And a handful of people to have an experience of it.
We may fight, we may hate for a while but-
Something sublime is hardwired into all of us,
Almost embedded in our very souls:
only Forgiveness and love prevails at the end.

"Its one of those days, huh?"
Its one of those days, every day
But you won't understand
It's fine, i made it this far
Haven't I?