Our poems are fabrics

knit with the dreams inside
laid out in the open
so may a passing eye
grant a glance

a pausing mind
decides for a fleeting moment
to wear

thinking them their own.

Canyons now between us
May I step forward
The appearance of advancing
But still full of apprehension

And all occasion for repentance disappears
No concern with success or failure
Just to advanced is fortunate
In every way advantageous

Advancing with horns
Only punishing the rebels of my own city
A position perilous
But there will be good fortune

Its progress
Of holding together
Its the advance
Of unity
Its the forward movement
Of alliance
Its prospering
Its love

I know how to win her heart

Its always all or nothing
Always nothing
Absolute and finite
Its fall days sore for spring
Always nothing
Concrete and defined

Its always all it is
Allusion to myths of ancients
Illusion of attempt to divine
Confusion at what is unfolding

Its always all or nothing
Always nothing
I have left to give
Always nothing left
Always nothing
I have left to hold

Still I said all or nothing
And then it becomes
So I walk desolate
With nothing in my hands

If only your mother would have loved you right,
maybe then you would know how to love a women.
If only your father would have stuck around,
maybe then you would know how to be a man.

Ifs and onlys all akimbo
leaves me confused, my heart in limbo
what is what and who is whoodoo
love is love, not gris gris voodoo

But I wouldn't expect
for you to know that when,
you don't even know your own worth
If only you knew that you aren't worthless

Can't make excuses for my mama
she carried on without a comma
but i never knew my dad
the best father I never had

Maybe if you knew your father then,
you would be more forgiving, more loving
If only you knew how much you meant
to your mother, your father, this world

If I truly meant something
perhaps it would mean less suffering
my momma loves me, that I know
but my dad got drunk..and just said no

If you only knew....
But I guess that you don't.

Maybe I never, ever will
but I let my heart, find love..still
if there's some way I can treat you better
teach me how....show me, to the letter

I wished that you loved yourself
then, maybe you would know how to love

I can only pray you'll show me,
take the time to get to know me

I can't show you.
You'll have to figure it out
I can't show you how to love yourself
Only you can

I am a work in progress
merely a work in progress

I can't help you if you
won't let me in or forgive me

Here is my invitation
my forgiveness
my welcome mat
please......enter this wounded heart

If only you knew...
that I was wounded too

I can heal your wounds
wipe away your tears
just let me inside,
your heart is where I long to live

If you look on the inside then, you might find
a scared, insecure and lifeless girl.
The girl I've spent most of my life trying to hide.

*Oh, but you are so full of life
the kind of girl who could be my world
no need to fear life any longer
grab onto my heart and we'll both grow stronger
no more hiding...who is beautiful
it's you, it's me...so beautiful
and as for insecurity
i'll believe in you & you believe in me

I want you to be in my head, I want you to be in my heart. I want our souls to be one so that we will never be apart. I want to feel your spirit each time I am alone. I want you to join me and make a house a home. I want to finish your sentences. I want for you and I to just be. I want you inside of me, for you are the better part of me.

Depression is like that friend
who knocks on your door
when the party has already
Finished.