She's only a child,
but yet has been stripped of her innocents.
She came home upset,
bad day,
heads for the dresser drawer,
nothing good can come of this.
She tries to drive the pain away,
then closes her eyes,
found relief in a knife.
As she cries,
the blood flows down her arm,
curled up on the floor.
She had hoped for something more to come of this.
The deeper she hurts,
the deeper she cuts,
it only gets worse.
She lays there on the bathroom floor,
curled up crying.
What has become of her?
Life has become such a hassle,
that she pierces through her skin.
What kind of world is this?
Where a child would like to die?
T.B.

i don't have a way with words
less poet
more the howling fool that chases them apart
my sweaty struggles always leave me blinded and alone
owed nothing
clinging to
empty

empty
spaces
i call these spaces stories
and like the siren that grants
a shipwreck and death against razor sharp rocks
i lure them in
found their deepest darkest secret

every word wants nothing more
than to die like a story
see,
i have a way with stories
and i'd like to imagine
that stories take up a place as the echo
of love when it grows from that first enticing smile
or the infant cry when it purges childhood pain
deep down in the hidden treasuries of
your most heartfelt of hearts
me tracing this with pitch black ink on paper
you committing this to your beating crimson heart
we're connected with an ancient thread that
even the gods dare not tear apart

see they too
in all their might and glory
want nothing more
than the epic bliss
of a truly good
and heartfelt
story.

Fights break out within every person.
Everyone has a battle they need to win.
Overcoming trials and tribulations;
It is hard to lose a loved one or to get rid of a traumatizing memory.
Some are running, some have stood their ground and some have lost their way.
I remember this when I smile, I remember this when I bring joy into people's day or inspire them to try something new and tell them to stay positive.
Because I've been there too.
And I don't want you to fight this battle alone like I did.
Until she came along and saved me with a smile and began to believe in me.

I've seen things, been through things
Things no one wants to think of
I got my downsides, bright sides
A smile you won't forget
But it will always be the cover-up
Of a live full of regrets

I wish you could walk in my shoes
See what this god puts me through
I'm not strong enough
And i tired of pretending i am
Put on my shoes take it over
Free me from my mind

Trying to fit in in this outcast world
Struggling with myself
Will i be loved
Would you like what you see
Will you stay here with me
Or just leave

As damaged as i am
too weak to even love myself
Please love me
Hold me
Maybe it would help

Determined journey has left us cold and silent
Never had I imagined that we would be as such
Words would flow at ease to the calming comfort, that once was
The calming of such that would bring us to slumber
Beside one another through the still of night
Your guided will  no longer mine, our thoughts no longer intertwine
Our differences set in stone, now my nights are all alone
Thoughts of you rush through my mind, I wonder if you miss me at times
A dream that was once you and I has become a determined journey of I

Simmered to a cold frost of what was passion
Converse no more of what was interesting
Confide in less of what was the only
Respect diminished of what was set a high
Importance no more of what was priority
Out of tune, out of touch, out of reach
What of I

January 8th of 1998 is the day your game began
Already holding up an enraged mother in a fatherless home with your small, infant hands
As the years go by, it all gets better, you can see the light of day
But just hold on, my dearest friend, your teenage years are on their way

November 23rd of 2011 is when the tables are turned
You befriend the sad, lonely girl and shed light on her tattered world
Up and down this round goes and you hold each other for dear life
It may seem endless, but I promise you, things will turn out right

April 19th of 2015 you are reaching the last of your bluffs
No matter how many times you go over it, the terrain always remains rough
This hand you were dealt is a nasty one, with tears and screams and fights
Just hold on, I've been there and survived it, and I will serve as your guiding light

I stretch out my wing;  
The Pin you placed seems
to be holding.  Your Mercy
was the thing,
which held me aloft
until my heartbreak oft
had been forgotten,
until my diaphragmatic
flight had gotten
ground free.

Friends come and go
Life flies by right before your eyes.
You loose ones you love
Yet through it all you still love your life.

People leave you to fight alone
You put on a fake smile to hide all your pain
Yet someone still knows your hurt.

Through it all you still put on a front to satisfy those around you
Thorough it all you wouldn't change a thing
Through it all you wouldn't trade your life for fame.

You build a wall to try to keep from getting hurt
You lock up you heart and throw away the key to see who cares enough to look for the key
Through it all there's not many people that got you to open up yet still you love it all.

Struggles meet you in the face to watch you slip up
Yet through it all you wouldn't change a thing.

Through it all you wouldn't change a thing
Through it all you wouldn't trade your life for fame.

The life inside of me lingers out of her body searching for you  
She's only breathing not living
She's holding on with every bit of faith, with every bit of strength
She promised you she will wait
As long as it takes
Without you, her soul will not be the same
Together our souls will suffer and together our souls will conquer
And if in this life things don't go as planned in another we will meet again