Flying so high
Up in the sky
My wings spread out so wide

Heeding from height
Appraising the sight
My heart ensue astride

Whizzing through
The bright sky blue
No thought of perch reside

Decline I may
I won't dismay
For crave for flying won't subside

For thousandth time
I'll do this crime
Just to spread anew wing wide...

Bright as day, dark as night.
Out in the open, hidden from sight.
Some will flow, some you will fight,
but sooner or later they’ll come to the light.

Sometimes joy, sometimes disgust.
Sometimes fear, betrayal, distrust.
Sometimes passive, sometimes fuming.
Sometime you don’t know which ones are blooming.
But they are there, it’s clear to see.
Feelings are: a mystery.

i am a disguise, the haze on a dew-dressed morning, the tears on the faces of the brokenhearted

i am the moon in all its mysticism, the star out of place, the quiet before the release - that never came

my life is sitting on the edge of a cliff and waiting for someone to pull me away or push me over

my life is laying in bed, thinking at 4 am about why i am so alone, hopeless, and lost

i'm starting to think i'll always be this way

there must be a purpose: a curse or a hex, some devil put me here to suffer

i want love, i want happiness, i want to be more than just another lost boy


my life is sitting on the edge of a cliff
waiting
for the sun to die

Ay, the pain it costs me
to love you as I love you!

For love of you, the air, it hurts,
and my heart,
and my hat, they hurt me.

Who would buy it from me,
this ribbon I am holding,
and this sadness of cotton,
white, for making hankerchiefs with?

Ay, the pain it costs me
to love you as I love you!

Don't you think the sky is beautiful
When it's dark
I really love it when the sky is dark
Makes me realise that the stars really exist.

When the sun shines in the day
I forget that the sun is a star too.

But when I see the stars at night
It reminds me of all the good things in life
So distant and so far
Almost part of history.

But it makes me realise that they existed before
And I hope they come in the days I see.
If I see the days of future.

Maybe this sun will burn me up
Maybe this overwhelming heat will **** me
That I won't make it to the night
Someday.

Someday.

I hope I find myself in someone's dark sky
As a star
Someday.

My body is craving, wishing for a drink, alcohol saved me than took me on a depressed road on a suicide trip.


You start reading this poem and than start to think! How could alcohol have saved him? When it broke him and turned him into a thirsty lunatic addict?


My words become poison with a bottle on the table and a drink in my hand fighting with my demons getting as drunk as I can.


I'm angry and fuming  not stopping and thinking, I'll lash out at you if you try to stop me from drinking. You have all these answers but your questions are misleading.


You think that you helping by telling me I'm being selfish? My body is craving uncontrollably shaking. All you see is addiction a problem that needs fixing.


If my craving never took me to a place that's confusing, I would of been lost in a drunken state, losing.


My phone would start ringing and suicide would be calling, knock knock at the door suicide won't stop stalking, I would of given up and ended six feet in the dark.


This alcohol addict had to realise what I would of lost, I had to be strong or ashes to ashes dust to dust.


JidosReality 19.3.15

It has been long
Since I's last here
A lot has changed
Too much I fear

Once upon, then ago
Nothing but sorrow
Since that time before
Waiting for tomorrow

Concealed in me
Was locked away
Till the monster inside
Could come out to play

Dont believe for a moment
As if you know me
Look a little deeper
No longer cease to see

Write 1000 words
Each one a different sound
Meaning behind each and every
Sinking beneath the ground

Another paragraph
Yet another rhyme
Heart and soul empty
Reached the end of time

No sense to be made
You couldn't understand
Don't listen anymore
Adhere your *reprimand

She is flawed, yet she is kind.
She help others but she lies.
She is always ******* herself even when she always breaks.
That is what you might not see, and you
will not hear her asking for help.
You can feel that she is just not whole to begin with.

-HIY