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Don't know which right choice to make
Wish that everyone would wake
Open their eyes and see life
Not the "Society's" lie

Everything isn't black or white
So how do you judge what is right
Taught to think by the people before us
What's the deal with all the fuss

Where's this thing we call trust
Hidden beneath all the rust
Weathered away like our innocent
Taught that it's just another incident

To walk away from it blindly
Giving it up gladly
In exchange for a mask
That doesn't let you look back

And invisible chains
That bind you to the society
They met after years.
He was alone, smoking a cigarette while she was with another man.

"Why are you with him?", he asked her with a cracking voice.
She looked down at her feet and said,
"Because he never cared enough to explore my dark side."
 Oct 2014 Tommy Johnson
Lunar
October 8, 2014:

Blood moon as red as my
Bloodshot eyes
Blurry through the tears
But I can still see through your lies

Blood moon as red as my
Bleeding lips
From biting them in fear
Of you slipping from my fingertips

Blood moon as red as the
Marks etched on my arms
You said you'd protect me from myself
And yet I was harmed

Blood moon now fading into pale gray
Now the night has turned to day
And the last tear drips away
As the feeling disintegrates
A piece of you
Reflecting back
The bitter words in your mouth
Too raw to speak
A poet is
Someone in pain
And someone in love
Someone who looks at the world
Through a kaleidoscope
Who takes a magnifying glass to each
And every
Word you say
And lets them imprint on their heart
A poet is
A star gazer
A dreamer
A chaser of
The improbable
But hopes anyway
A poet is
Tissue paper skin
A heart of glass
And a soul of titanium

A poet is
A sharp tongue
And a gentle kiss
She is a sob
He is a sigh
A poet is
The sun at midnight
Bright and
Burning
Hot
Alive
But cloaked in a darkness
They cannot shake
The brightest day
And the darkest night
A poet is
The human experience
A paradox
An oxymoron
So complicatedly
Simple

A poet is
A lover
Who refuses
To stop wearing their heart on their sleeve
No matter how much it bleeds
But rolls them up
So you can’t see
The blood stains


A poet
Is Poetry
 Oct 2014 Tommy Johnson
AndIFell
For years, I've waited
For a chance to come
To hold your hand
And to call you mine
Every year I felt
Like I took another knife to my chest
But I never said anything
Because I secretly wished
That good things came
To those who waited

You see,
I always had this dark thought
That people who rushed making decisions
Would meet their doom
Just as fast as they took their chance

But more years came
And more knives I took

One year,
I saw my chance
You held it
Like it was yours
And I was very ecstatic
That no one but you held it
You grasped onto my chance
Like it was your life
Like it was the most precious thing in the world
Then, I decided not to take my precious chance
Away from you
I decided to wait for you
To offer it to me
Because that would've felt better

I decided to wait for you
To finally hold my hand
And call me yours

I decided to wait

I subliminally agreed to myself, again
That good things came to those who waited

You continued on with your life
But you still kept my chance
I wanted you to give me my chance back
But you never did...

I watched my chance come and go
I watched you give my chance away
To someone else..
I watched as you crushed my heart
And I didn't say a word
Nor did I ever tell you
That I was hurt

I just watched you take a chance
but not on me..

And all I did
was wait..
...and watch
I just...
 Oct 2014 Tommy Johnson
A
At what point did we become hostages
Marking the pain of passing time on our skin
Instead of walls
drowning in my own sorrows,
tender heart shattering at memories.
skin breaking open,
because isn't that what he wanted?
tear drenched face,
no hope for tomorrow.
I'm doing this for him,
he told me to do this.
he told me to end myself.
I'm following my orders.
because it's a sin
to
disrespect
your father.
Don't savor the pain yet reject the hand that tries to help you though I cannot possibly understand what you have been through.  But I see you, I see your pain.  I may not have lived your past but it didn't last and yet we can if you do not push me away so fast.  I just want to listen when you want to talk, hold you when you can't and tell you how the stars got their names.
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