I the lie that keeps on giving
twice denied life and the living
we sacrifice our palms and bury our feet
with smiles disarm with smiles we eat
a feast a deluge all is devoured
our sensibilities overpowered
why rest upon a tattered bed
when you can sleep with sin instead
and waste away your weary hours
building castles, steeples, towers
all will crumble in the end
and so to you my dearest friend
let’s raise a toast to that which haunts
the holy ghost and spirit it taunts
that knows not good or evil
a land of lost forgotten people
but may we tread a righteous path
for who knows which will have the final laugh.

I’ve dreamed of many things
of queens and kings
I've seen within
how soon it takes
for moons to break
and stars to burst
but which came first
the dream or the dreamer
I’ve already been here
a million times
lived a thousand lives
so watch me die
a supernova
still a ******
the sun, my lover
I’ve tasted warmth
and burnt my tongue
I’ve cried through fear
but didn’t run
so still I’m here
lost in dreams
fighting giants
without the means
I’ve been the hero
and the villain
of the same story
so I keep killing
as nobody’s caught me
death to the dream and the dreamer of things
let us see what reality brings.

Before she became a teen
she remained unseen
just another girl
lost in the world
now she’***** puberty
now everybody sees
now they stare
they pretend to care
now she’s found fame
same picture different frame
the unwanted attention
the objectification
not ready for this
not had her first kiss
but predators lurk
they hide in the woods
she clings to her innocence
but has stumbled into womanhood
now she bleeds like the rest
burdened by chest
she’s not ready for this
she’s not ready for this
her best friends dad
now gives her the eye
she wishes she had
the ability to lie
to pretend all is okay
that it’s meant to be this way
but she wants to turn back
but the facts are the facts
she’s no longer a girl
no more a child
it is what it is
she’s not ready for this
just leave her alone
she’s not ready for this..

I once mistook a bed sheet drying in the wind for a white flag
maybe surrender is love, you may quote this

it's the small things that I notice, the way she strokes the back of her head when she's thinking as if comfortably reassuring that the answers will come

I always had the answers but never to the questions that were important;
like why can't I surrender my heart
why does it hurt so much to let you go
there are so many things I don't know
but she's not here to ask her
so I forgo the answers

I will continue to hang my heart out to dry
a red flag for all who look my way
there are no words that I need say
just a come what may
it came and went and came again
I'm still the same my friend

maybe the answers will never arrive
maybe I need to surrender instead of survive
there have been so many maybes and may days but lately it's too much
I miss your touch
not physical but the way you were able to breech my barriers,
you touched my heart as cheesy as that sounds
but I'm a romantic so I'm pro dairy

my poems have become my diary
I milk my heart for all its worth
for all its hurt and pain
I would do it again
fall in love with you.