You've seen a mother
Nursing a child,
Giving freely
Of herself.
So altruistic,
She finds maternal pleasure
Through nurturing.

My close friend
Gave his son a kidney.
His very own *****,
Putting himself in jeopardy
For his son's prosperity.
The pleasure of altruism
Wasn't lost on me.

Have you seen the picture
Of the man on the cross.
He wears a smile
Behind his blood mask.
He found pleasure
In offering salvation.
No greater gift,
Can be bestowed
From man, woman or god,
Than the innate pleasures
Of self-sacrifice.

For every time that I felt sadness and grief
I wondered why you couldn’t get over your own
A lady who walked alone thinking of her lost husband
Said I was destined to bury understanding with my bones

I heard a song that was unfamiliar to me
It was in a language that cried out to those who know
A man who once sang that very song to his children
Wondered if anyone would care about foreign tales of woe

I walked alone watching a young man
He felt the confidence that only ignorance can provide
But he mocked me with his very presence
I knew what I knew but still I felt old on the inside

But then the sun rose once again
And what it was came to me when I was awake
But I could not decide between sorrow or joy
Because the day had not yet come for God’s sake

He told me that he is burning alive,
not literally, but inside. Said that he
feels palpitations every time he thinks
he might go back;

like his heart is a jarful of moths,

beating against glass.
I told him we are all breakable,
but that he is going to make it through.

He asks me if monks can really
spontaneously combust. I reply, no,
but they light themselves on fire.
It’s a way of protest. He says oh.

He then says, I want to protest

against Adderall, Cymbalta, and
Marijuana: he still can’t focus, still
can’t be happy, and being high is
a minor fix. I don’t know what to say.

We sit silent for a while. I ask him
what depression is like. He laughs
and says, it’s like a really drawn out
stubbed toe, only it’s in your head

and no matter how much you curse
you think the pain will only get worse.
It always does too. I just want to die.

The next day he scorched himself.
Someone called 911 and reported a man
walking out of a pawn shop

with a jar full of something dead

and then poured
gasoline over his head and lit a lighter.
I cried. I wondered if there were wings

still fluttering when he burst into ash.
He could have at least saved what little
flight he had left, what little life, for me.

I know that you love me. It's as sad as it is true
because even though I want it, it's not something I can do.
I can love you with my hands, but never with my heart,
it's a twisted kind of loving, that I've made into an art.
I can make you cry my name, until it's branded in your mind.
Although it is unholy, I promise it's divine.
My voice will stalk your memories. My kiss will haunt your lips.
The ghost of a touch, tormenting your skin, left by my fingertips.
A warning wrapped in velvet, sugar coated sin,
the threat of your heart breaking, doesn't stop the want within.
And even though I warn you, it won't make you go away
because despite the fact of things I lack, you still want to stay.
Yes it's selfish, to say the least, but I can't say that I care.
This loneliness of the flesh is more than I can bare.
So listen to me closely, to my siren's sultry song,
I only need this one night, to feel like I belong.
I'm sorry that you love me, and that it's something I can't return,
but come to me, and I'll show you how it feels to truly burn.
When I go, there is one thing I shall both take and leave
The gift of never loving again that was bestowed on me.

Miracles do happen.
All of the time.
If you open your eyes you'll see them,
you might even notice them in mine.
I know everyday for me is a miracle.
There's so much love...
But that's only because I choose it,
because that's what I choose to be made of.

I don't want you to lose it,
I don't want you to choose pain.
I watched you choose to be alone today,
and many other days much the same.
You say you want to be better,
I just wish you could hear the words...you can.
Because I know you so much...better.
I know you're a great kind of man.
The man that would bring me a glass of water,
or let me use him as a walking stick.
Or let me hold his hand,
even if the thought makes him sick.
The same man who makes me see the future,
and I mean that literally.
The same man who loved me into the woman I always wanted to be.

The same guy who is tender,
the same guy who loves so much.
Is the same guy choosing to be bitter,
but I love him just as much.
I know you will be better.
I know I cannot help.
But all my perfect, God-given happiness just doesn't seem so swell-
when you're spiraling and I know it, straight toward a man made hell.

I just want to tell my best friend,
who calls me a giggling freak,
that right now I really need you
and it isn't because I'm weak.
It's because my cat is dying,
and my ex-boyfriend is confusing
and I don't even know if he's still talking to me.
And I know that you're the same person,
but can we just pretend you're something, sort of in between?
Because last night was all about you,
and sometimes I could use a day like that for me...
But I am so afraid of giving when I ought not to.
Do you even know what I mean?

But another friend of mine told me,
would you rather say something you don't mean?
So I guess I'll just leave with "Please be happy".
That is all I need.

A lips that touch like an angel
Speaks so heavenly towards me
If a thousand of shooting stars would fall
I would then write all of it in my poetry

Hail the angel of mercy
It fly by my shoulder and set me free!
It was never my intention to fall in love in a passionate way
But he makes me feel so special what else can i say?

I am human yes i am!
i am stronger than i had never been..this is what i am..
My life once been in a constant misery
I had never felt contentment never been so happy..

If its wrong then you can cut the life in me
If its a sin then who are you to judge me?
I only did what i think for me is best
I only did what makes me happy atleast..

Been in my cave for a long time
My best of friend is this ****** bottle of wine
All i want now is to be free
To live my life not on lies but all in all honesty!

Loyalty, that is the word
I once made it my principle and now it seems absurd!
To be in love means you have to suffer?
But what if, if it makes you feel better?

I am human yes i am!
I am not afraid to love and get hurt
For EVEN love broughts you a thousand needles
I will take that needles
I rather be strong walking forward than be a wussy and being idle..

Point your finger at me, judge me!
what wrong have i done besides choosing to be merry?
Rather than be the slave of my own misery
Its my ****** life just set me free!

I rather choose to be the master of my own self
Than to be a stranger now of what i felt
yes i am human i am!
Now accept the truth and let bygones be bygone..

I wish people would listen.
Wish they'd pay attention to my words.
But people are so selfish sometimes.
I know all they see is their woe.

It's annoying, at least.
I wish they would hear.
I'm shouting as loud as I can,
But nobody's there.

I feel like a child
Having a tantrum at the mall.
Except this time,
Nobody seems to care at all.

So I resort to watching as they walk to and fro.
And I wish they would notice,
For even a mo.

I reach out, begging,
waiting as I hold my breath,
hoping for the waves to return,
to stretch out,
to splash against my sand-coated feet.
Staring out at the ocean,
I wish.
I dream.
I pray.
But somewhere in my mind,
I have long since given up.
Call it selfishness,
call it greed.
Never will the ocean touch my flesh,
but I still crave to hold the salty water
up to my dry, cracked lips,
embracing its sting,
crying out for the sweetness
you and I long lost.