I’m not sure if I’m fixable. i feel hollow and ill fall over crumble into ruble. while the picture isn’t perfect its a start of a piece art. sometimes the world ***** and **** when its bad and it makes you mad and you’ve had too much **** thrown your way pen and paper come to play. the pen may write the words but remember excalibur is only a sword and without a grip on the handle it can fight no foe and win no war. i feel down and i want to tag out in the last round or take a dive in round five but **** it pain is on my brain and with this much i can take a little more. I’m not sure if I’m fixable but then again nobody else in the discount section is whole anyways right?

I ain’t a ******* poet

But I made a poem for you

I made a poem about the relationship between us

How we were so close that I had lived inside you

How I wanted to stay so bad that they had to force me out of you

Because I knew at some point that I would have to leave you completely

But I didn’t know that it would turn out like this

Where you got so tired of me that you no longer looked at me with that love and adoration whenever I was even in your presence

How tired and exhausted you are of me living off your essence, draining you of energy and just looking at me would make you faint

Ten fingers and ten toes

Happiest sight to see after the confession that dad wanted me when you were ready to do a do-over

I wonder how many times you had looked at me and wish you had done the do-over

I don’t even know if the feelings I had are of animosity

or hurt

You’ve asked me if I hated you and you know I don’t

You’ve asked me if I loved you and you know I do

I wonder if the answers to those questions were yes and no

Cause I think that’s it now

Let me be calm

let me be free

this is not all i am allowed to be

Let me be wild

Let me be proud

It does not mean i am always that loud

Let me be happy, let me be sad, and occasionally let me be unreasonably, and furiously mad,

Let me be Poignant,

let me be deep

Yes i am sheltered, and yes i will leap,

Leap with no fear and leap with such force

because art and purpose will serve its course

I am a vehicle of the soul, and a pardon from god

A label will brand me and cage me and blind me but the labeler’s mind will lose me or find me.

I am so much more than a statistic or name,

So much more than a figure of a body or frame,

So much life,

so much breath, so much thought, so much depth, so much fight, so much light...

So much to learn and so much to know. So much to change, so much to grow,

So here i stand, alone and untamed. I am unarmed and silent and i am never afraid...

So don’t dare decide that i’m something i’m not, don’t dare cast me in your story if you don’t know the plot.

Let me define my own divine path. Your imperfections are teachers and i love you for that.

I know not my purpose,

i know not my goal,

but this is the song of the many sided soul

I'm not mad anymore
I wasn't even mad
I was annoyed
I snapped
And I'm sorry

My brain pleads to my heart to meet a girl 'named' serotonin
And I plead for some **** sleep.
I can't though because some people just don't know how to close a door after they open it or even put a bookmark in the part of the book they stopped reading.
Maybe they can't read, I guess it's not worth the daydream.
She sleeps in the photographs.
She sleeps in the music.
She sleeps in my heart,
but she sleeps...

i love you but,
goodbye