The crowd screams,
the lights blare,
the guitar whines.

The drugs kick in,
the *** feels too good,
the music soaring.

the high crashes,
i burn,
but that's the life
of a rock star

for had it not come,
i would never have found
my will to live.

Thank you for the voices,
for had they not spoken up,
i would never have found
my poems.

Thank you for the tears,
for had they not fallen,
i would not have looked up to see
the beautiful world before me.

Lastly, thank you for the scars,
for had i not made them,
i would not have the tattoos
for wars fought and won.

Thank you.... for it all.

I made a friend,
He's just like me.
We feel alone at times,
But we aren't alone.
He's a big fan of my work,
Actually, the only big fan.
He is really supportive,
And He understands.

The greatest war is not fought
on muddy, barren fields.
The greatest war is not fought
behind the meager drywall.
The greatest war is not won
with bloodshed of thousands.
The greatest war if fought
behind my forehead,
in my brain,
with bloodshed of a single person.

There is
              a little bird
                                 that sings
              until a storm
approaches.
              when danger is near
                                                  it screams a warning call
               I lost the little bird.
i never know when
              the storm is coming