Now is the time
unlike the other days
to write a phrase
time for a rhyme

Why? do you ask?
I'll get right on it
to write a sonnet
is my task

It might go
something like this
or like that
will it flow
like a good kiss?
I hope it won't fall flat

Lord time is loading a gun

  First, he loads
  the seconds
  The first time you met, the way you felt

  The minutes
  soon after
  Your first date, knowing it's fate

  The hours
  afterwards
  Sweet talks into the night, the regret after the first fight

  Next slightly fazed
  he stacks in the days
  Getting to know each other, finding love in one another

  months goes down the Musket
  as he seals the casket
  The special why she smiled, awaiting your first child

  Lastly, with tears
  he forces in the years
  You grow old together. Time has cut her tether

Now his work is done
It's time to fire the gun.

This is a cry for help
Not just another metaphor on death
not describing how I hurt myself
Not a poem about pain
or thinking I'm insane

This is a cry for help
Save me, Before I't's just too late
before I do something I regret
before the note is signed
before I lose my mind

This is a cry for help

can a bird
fly
with broken wings?

can I
love
with a broken heart?

I will
try
to fly
to you

I am dead, rotting
the flies are buzzing
the smell
is unbearable
the maggot are hatching
eating my skin
pealing off my disguise
I am
The lord of the flies

I've found 24 scars
on my hands
13 on the right, 11 on the left
I wish I knew
what they meant

Botany
of the growing hearts
on the track
that leads to heaven

Lobotomy
on the greatest mind
that you
could ever find

stop trying
don't even start
why?
because of that: