Relax Will Ya
              It's Only Life
Nobody Gets Out Alive

I tried to write poems
About sunshine and butterflies.
The kinds that smell like meadows
And feel like summer.

But the only ones that mattered
Were my poems about sadness
And anger and death.
The trainwreck poems are oh so interesting

We like to see others' sadness
This misery that might be greater than our own.
Maybe we aren't alone,
If we see that others suffer too.

When deep breaths won't work
And you're trembling from the fear
Don't you dare shed tears

A kid I saw today looked like you.
Poor *******.

Twisted
Burning
Toiling
Anguish
Wrapped,
Concealed
Deep
Beneath
D­isconcerted
Contortion
Attempting
Feigning
Effervescence.

it seems almost as if
you created the
world
because i find pieces of you
in everything
even though
i only
want to forget you