There are some that live with their lives,
walking around with their heads bowed
to keep tears hidden.
Bed-ridden from the sound
of their own steady heartbeat.
With little thought to spare,
some turn to religion just so they can feel
like they have a prayer.
When every dream is a nightmare
And they tear open every morning
to reveal reality,
just to remind you it is still there.
Despite all our best hopes,
there will be no escape from our binds.
For everyone who finds the rope
instead of support,
let this be the rapport by which
your memory still will echo within us.
To lift an entire heavenly choir to your name
and your legacy.
We will not forget you.
Until there is no one left to pass your torch.
The children you never had are echoes
bouncing off flesh and bone,
finding no way out amongst your corpse.
They will die with you,
as much as your memory eventually will follow suit.
The mute will one day find the voice
to cry out for the horrors done to you,
but until then, you must fight on
so you can live to see that day.
When every exit looks like another highway to hell,
you must find it within you to dwell
only in the light places
, to turn to friendly faces
no matter the pain,
to make all the slings and arrows hurled against you
thrown in vain.
We will not forget you,
but only if you are willing to echo
in our ears just a while longer.
. Flow like a river and
blow open this world like a volcano.
Leave your torments behind you on the bus home,
they will never reach you again.

I am 17 years old
but have to still ask to go to the bathroom
I am 17 years old
and expected to know what I want to do for the rest of my life
So tell me when this stops
When I am no longer held to a double standard
"Respect your elders
But hold yourself because you
are a role model
and not to be coddled
but could you pretty please put your hand up to go ***
and honestly
can't you see
that your future depends on our needs
I mean fail my test and see where your life leads"
Growing up *****
but so does being a kid
and lets face it I can't be at "home" forever
Mommy and Daddy
will no longer have me
and sadly
the real world is a cavity
for not only success stories
but failures especially
and out there is deathly
so don't tell me
That I'm too young to leave class
but old enough to try and decide my future
without a confidence booster
This situation lacking humor
if only I would have been told sooner
that there is no fine tuner
for the future

I wonder what the world holds in store for me
The sky is the limit but who knows
Seems like the world has it in for me
Growing up, the world has produced a lot of enemies
I've been pushed to the limit
I wonder why

Its because I'm the nice guy
Who always tries to please
I wonder if someone would do the same for me
Going the distance to lend a helping hand
Giving good advice when no one else can
I wonder is there anyone true

Probably not
Because the way things are going
It's gonna be a dog eat dog world
Survival of the fittest
I wonder, will I make it?
Still, I'm undergoing training
I just wonder

Will the earth withstand bombardment
Shrapnel and fire
Murderous intentions
With some of the sickest desires
Is the end around the corner
I wonder

By using faith and prayer
Will it save us, I hope cause
We all took a dive into sin
I wonder, can we all be cleansed
I say that because some people are pure evil
Hatred has consumed them
I wonder

Where did peace go
I guess it fell up under war
It was stomped out by the people
Who is looking for a score
I wonder did it ever have a chance
All I can do is wonder

-V.v.V. Ds

Have you ever seen a black widow spider,
On one of the many photography expeditions you took without me?
Did you notice its black shining sleek beauty while being an outsider,
And how similar someone like you and a spider could be?

Beautiful, sleek, perfect when you look at it from afar,
But if you try to get involved the venom it injects will make you regret it.
Unlike a spider, I was not warned as to how dangerous you are,
And right now I am feeling the venom from where I have been bit.

But unlike you a spider knows what common courtesy should be,
And a spider will be polite until it is provoked.
You on the other hand feel it is ok to take all of me for free,
The way you use me makes me feel like I’m being choked.

Why do you think it is ok to not speak to me at all,
And then ask me to bring you something I shouldn’t?
Why do you think 2:30 am is a good time for a phone call,
As if you knew I would answer even though I shouldn’t.

God I can only ******* imagine what you would have asked for,
If I wasn’t asleep at 2:30 am like a normal person.
And knowing myself I’d be more than willing to give it to straight from my core,
Injecting more venom into my system and making my condition worsen.

Do you have any ******* idea how much you have hurt me?
How much it killed me to see you enjoying summer while I was alone?
Every ******* picture those little ******* posted I got to see,
And I felt like our friendship was being overthrown.

Images of watching you play your guitar like you were born with it in your hands,
Flashes of getting drunk in your basement and in my room with you are flying by.
Seeing that concert together is running in my mind and discussing our favorite bands,
The times you got too close to me are in my head but that’s something you’d probably deny.

I feel like I am fading right along with my own memories,
Being replaced by prettier people and left to be considered as a convenience.
You are still taking from me to the point where I’m about to be empty,
Soon enough you’ll take the memories and life will be meaningless.

To my beloved mother,
The one who I inherited almost all of my looks from,
The one who raised me to be stronger than every other,
Why is it that you can’t comprehend that I am not dumb?

Why do you feel the need to tell me when I am wrong,
Even though I know you’ll never believe I am right?
Your lectures are spoken to ears that think you’ve went on for too long,
Why is it that I can do everything you ask yet still get into a fight?

I am aware of the long terrible hours you work,
And I am aware of how tough that is on you, I hope you know that.
But that gives you no right to knock me down and go berserk,
And me standing up for myself does not make me a spoiled brat.

Have you even tried to fit into my size eleven shoes?
Ever even tried to picture how my day can be?
No you would rather yell and make sure I lose.
Maybe one day you take the time to look and see.

You work eight hours at a grocery store,
And I’m at school eight hours stressing over which class is next.
Don’t forget, your strong daughter also has a job she loves to the core,
But that doesn’t mean I can never be perplexed.

You add eight hours of school and another two or three of work,
And almost ten hours of responsibility a day makes me awfully tired.
So when I come home and get yelled at is quite an irk,
Yelling about my chores leaves me pretty uninspired.

I feel like going back to those days,
when I could feel and not fear it.
When I didn't know the world's ways
and I didn't yet need my fighting spirit.
When I could simply have a romance,
nothing complicated or categorized,
that would come up by happenstance
with no limits needing to be devised.

I miss those days, I could awaken
find another body next to mine,
and not even be mistaken
in thinking this won't be the only time.

I miss those days with a passion,
too often I feel like I'm crashin'
straight through the mud and the dirt
all the pain and the hurt.
I render my poems inert,
when I stare in the mirror,
see myself crying and dying,
insanity getting nearer.
I one day hope to rise from it all,
stand from the ash, proud and tall,
but I know that after I do
I'll eventually once again fall.

I miss those days
in more than a million ways.
Watching my eyes glaze over
thinking about days over
again.
I flow my heart into this pen
put my soul into what I write
now and then.
I know I'll be that happy once more,
I've got that joy kept in store,
for a future when I suture
this wounded pride and mind.
I've got a stride in mind,
for when I return.
See the surprise in their faces,
I bet they thought I would burn
up in the anger like butane.
I'm just too hard to contain
and I walk through cold rain,
thinking about once upon a time,
through sweat and grime,
You were mine, I was yours,
now it's vice versa.

It hit me
It hit me* like warm water to ice
Like the waterfalls hit the rocks
To see tears stream down your face
It hit me
It hit me 'cause it hurt

It hit me to know that I matter
'Cause i've spent a long time wondering
If I deserve better
It hit me to know that I could live without you

But then those tears came to you
And they hit me
They hit me...

They hit me but I...
I needed them
I craved them

And for the first time
You felt like I did
And it hit you£
*It hit you.