Break, break, break
'til your sanity seeps.

Burn, burn, burn,
'til your mind malfunctions.
Kick, kick, fight, ****.

**** the demon, the demons yourself.
Bully the brain
destroy the mirror,
fight 'til the end,

The end is fighting back.

Another woman
gave me the gloves
of another man
and I now take shelter
in these gloves,
and in the hands
of a different woman.

And I think about that man
and the insanity
which drove him
to abandon his gloves,
and I think about
that woman
and the sanity
that drove me from her,
and I think about my hands
in their warmth,
and about that woman
without me or the gloves,
and I think about that man
with his hands in his pockets.

As you get older and you realize that you will die
It makes you think ...what have I done with my life
Did u receive Christ when you had the chance
Or do you still reject his calling for you?
Didn't you know that you will suffer in Hell
If your name isn't found in the Book Of Life

I pray you find comfort and peace with the Lord
May the Holy Spirit descend upon you once your done reading this
Go ahead just talk to God he will understand
Because there is more Darkness in your heart
It is poisoning your soul... consuming your life my friend
It is the evil that resides in all of us
Go to God find your salvation don't do it for us do it for you

Do remember your body is a temple
The Lord is the Light
May you defeat your darkness
That hunts you inside...
©Franko the Christian Poet

drawing
stick people
trying
not to make them look
sick
wasting time being
wasted
because when something inside
your chest feels
broken
the clock seems to be working
slower than
usual
praying
to someone in the ceiling to
please stop the
aching
looking for my sanity
just another thing
lost
the lingering question
following me around
like a red balloon
tied to my
wrist
unanswered still:
lover, do you like yourself
better
now that you're with
her?

I have never
Been considered
"Good enough".

A thing I have struggled with
My entire life.

I have never
Been considered
"Good."

By the people
Who supposedly make those judgments.

But who am I?
To live my life by judgments
Of others
Who are not in my head,
And who were not there for the events
That have made me who I am.

Because those that matter
Will stay,
Will listen,
Will hear me out
In the darkest depths
Of my darkest moments.

They will understand
My defense mechanisms
Of hostile sarcasm
And quiet tears that come too often.

I close my eyes,
And remember a voice,
Remember a smile,
A laugh,
And everything slows and calms
Rather rapidly.

And I am in love
And I am happy,
And I am okay.

My Bluebird
Loves me,
And I am not alone,
Despite the feelings the nightmares haunt me with.

And darkness,
Sick and strange,
Tries to creep inside my mind,
And I will fight it off.
As I am good,
And that in itself is good enough.