Do you have any idea
How many times, just sitting in class
You enter my mind?
Barge into my thought?
Take them over.
It's alright
Because you're that captivating.

For some reason
My favorite words
Are violent.
Rip
Tear
Gouge
Splinter
Hollow
Etc.

Please
Will you tell me
Anything and everything
That I don't know
That I won't do
That I will do
That I shouldn't do
Warn me
Yell at me
Throw something at me
Write to me
Email me
Just tell me
Before I really ***** up.

When I write
It's not my words being spewed from my hands
It's my thoughts spewing from my mind
Laid bare for all to see
Sometimes even things I didn't
Know I thought about.
It's a learning experience
For everyone.

A man to some, a child to many
A disciple known, not shared with any
A man set apart, though wholly not whole
Whom run by not greed, dug no bigger holes
To others in need, a kind giving friend
And bolstering love, for others 'til end
A soul distracted, by trivial things
The many broken hearts, small wooden kings
The many people, waiting to be saved
And his face youthful still, just barely shaved
So unapproachable to most, unknown
Preparing for his life, his newest home
Of travels and love he daily did dream
Then dying, left not enough on the scene

My **** today was
Huge
And meaningful.

Why is it so much more difficult to write
When I'm told to?