Last night I couldn't sleep,
so I tried to call your phone.
You didn't pick up,
that's when I realized
you've left me behind.
For better or worse
I'm still your friend.
I can't let go.
Hopefully, you won't be gone
forever.

I dreamed I was a
woman,
I had long shiny brown
hair,
and wore a white wedding
dress.
I don't know what this
means,
but in my dream I
felt
as beautiful as a summer
day.

I want to sit
down
on the couch with
you,
and watch T.V. all
night.

My cat always
senses
when I’m becoming
upset,
he’ll then come
snuggling
up close to
me;

my emotional support
kitty.

On this summer day
rain sang me a lullaby,
as I rested my head.

Tomorrow
I'm going to do
something
I've never done
before.
I'm really
nervous,
what if I'm left
alone,
and call out for
help?
I understand to
grow
one must work
hard,
that's just a
fact.

Today
everything was
fine
because my
friends
prayed for
me.
It's never too
late
to ask for
help
from folks who
care.
God loves me
much,
so I'm not
afraid
to wait and
breathe.

I write
poetry
to express
things
I couldn't
say
with my
mouth.

I call it having a leaky brain,
thoughts like raindrops drip into my mind  
one after another slowly causing
obsession,
I'm always thinking these
thoughts:
"Who am I?"
"What am I doing with my life?"
"How am I gonna get by?"
"I need help."
I wake later in the morning,
and the days seem shorter;
nights spent sleepless,
maybe one day I'll get it
together,
if my mind lets me
go.

This afternoon I
didn't
mean to keep
you
waiting by the
phone
for a call
from
me that didn't
arrive,

I just didn't
respect
the time you
allotted.

I let a
mother
and her daughter
use
the bathroom at
work,

after getting in
trouble
I still don't
regret
showing them my
kindness.

I don't know-how
to
change a flat tire,
but
that fact doesn't make
me
any less of a
man.

I'm healing now,
it's something I've
never
felt before.
It's this feeling of
being alone
in my room,
taking a walk
outside,
or sharing a beer
with my friends.
A calmness falls
over me,
I start to let
my guard down.
I enjoy
the moment.
My life is good,
not perfect,
but still
good.
I can feel
wounds healing,
and my life
changed.

What fun are
spur-of-the-moment
runs for
tacos
on Tuesday evenings;
which epitomizes
this particular
day of the
week.

yet
if I fall
from
Heaven,
it will all
be worth it
because
I fall for
her.

Don't we all stare
into the same night sky?
Hoping to be reunited again
like shooting stars.

Don't keep
chasing
after people
who
go walking
past
you on
the
road of
life;

you aren't
journeying
to the
same
place they
are,

and in
time
you'll see
that's
a good
thing.

Jordan could tell
from the first time
we met
there's something
different
about me,

she knew
under the
surface
I wasn't just
another average
guy;

which enabled me
to become
so much
more
than I once
was.

Inspiration strikes like a match
lighting the fire of creation,
all it takes is one little spark
to create something beautiful,
so keep fanning the flame
because once it goes out
art remains.

I'm a flower
who never blossomed because
I was planted in shade.

Once I felt so sad
that I wanted to take
my own life, and I made
a plan to do it.
I was going to slit my wrists,
lay in the bathtub, and bleed out.
Something deep inside me said,
"No." That night was not my last.
I dialed the hotline and got
locked away for three days.
In those 72 hours, I understood
the most important aspect
of my life is love.
No matter what you never let go
of the people who mean the most to you.
I walked out a free man knowing the love
my mother has for me, and I will never forget that.

Sometimes we wrong
the people in our lives,
whether on purpose,
or by accident,
it always
hurts.
I met a girl over the summer
and I forgot to call her up,
she won't return my texts.
Now it's over
and there's nothing I can do.
If she'd given me a second chance
I would have given her the best side
of myself,
I've said sorry too many times to count,
I guess that means nothing in the end.

I never
thought
you would
be
my friend,
but
God sometimes
puts
people like
us
together for
a reason.

You woke me
up
in the morning
with
a phone call
asking
for my help,
but
I needed to
rest.

This morning I
bought
both our pancake
breakfasts
to celebrate me
having
earned my learner's
permit,

soft and fluffy
discs
finally reaping my
reward.

Keeping myself busy
all-day long
by completing
my to-do list,
kept me preoccupied
for the most part

but once
night fell,
a realization came
that I had no
human interaction
the whole time

which left me
feeling a longing;

no one can ever
escape
the need for
other people.

I can't
fall
in love
with
someone unless
they're
my friend
first;
I'm a
demisexual.

How strange
it is when
anyone
shows you
how valuable
you really
are.
I was 11
he was 14
we took classes
together and
he gave me
nothing but
affection.
He talked to me
every day,
we'd play
catch, and
he protected
me from the
bullies.
He then
gathered the
bravery to
ask me out
on a date,
but I wasn't
sure.
So he just
watched me
from afar,
his eyes longing
for me to
return his
love.
Danny
if you're reading
this poem
know that
deep down
I still like
you.

What is art?
There is no clear answer
to that question.
You know when
art appears,
something deep down
in your gut
tells you it's
real.

It's like I'm participating
in
a game of baseball
and
I've got to touch
bases
to remain in play;
you're
one of these bases
that
I touch to stay
safe.

I'm not picking
up
phone calls from
you,
because I don't
have
anything more to
say.

No matter
what
your test
results
come back
indicating,
I’ll stand
by
you in
sickness
or in
health.

Talking to
her
is all
the
therapy I
need.

The new grocery
store
opened in our
town,
exploring it with
you
was an utter
delight,
not because we
bought
any specific items
but,

instead, I shared
in
the excitement you
felt.

When all of
those
fair weather friends
had
fled my storm
you
acted as a
raindog
weathering my downpour
waiting
for me to
ease.

Today my alligator stuffed
animal
returned from being mended;
so
now, as I'm falling
asleep
at night I'll reach
across
the bed and delicately
feel
his soft green cotton
scales.

I paid my first bill today,
and I'm proud to say,
"I'm on my way."
As a child, I lived
on my parent's terms,
but not anymore.
I got a place and
a steady job,
all on my own.

I used to dream
of being free
from where I
grew-up, but
now that I'm gone
my dream is real.
I won't stop being
my own man 'cause
"I'm on my way."

The girl struck
up
a conversation with
me
and before I
checked
my clock again
we'd
talked for ten
minutes;


I simply didn't
care
where the time
went.

Even though
I don't like you
anymore,
I still want to
please your
eyes.
Time after time
you draw me
back,
and I'm left
feeling absolutely
helpless.
All I want
is to hear you
say,
"I love you,
and I always
will."

I'm tired of
being silent
for the sake of
being polite,
does it do
any good to
silence the
truth,
people will
think I
agree with their
bull,
no longer
God gave me
a voice, so I'll
speak up.

I wear a
mask
when I'm with
you,

I can't help
how
you make me
hide.

The way I look at it:
Everybody is good at
something.
Find out
what it
is.
Once you do
you'll blow people away.
Don't do something
your bad at
then get angry
when other people
are better at it
than you.
Stick with your strengths
and watch the accolades
come pouring in.

She's the shooting star,
That all men seek,
In the night sky,
Hoping for a miracle,
But to no avail.

My best friend
thought
to send me
funny
videos from our
favorite
t.v. show; three
states
away we can
still
share a laugh
together.

I can no longer
go a day without hearing
the sound of your voice.

The sun burnt my skin
now it's the color red,
and stings to the touch.

Finally receiving a medical
prognosis
feels sobering because my
health
will improve but only
after
I go under the
knife.

I know when she
pats
me on the back
it
means I’m doing a
good-job.

Though
I've grown
into a
man,

I'll
always be
her little
boy.