Todayi look in the Mirrorand this is what i Seeall my InsecuritiesStaring back at me.nothing will ever be good enoughnothing will ever work outbecause even if i knowthere is always all this Doubt.i see Desperationi see Panici see Lonelinessi see Doubti see me.
UntitledHe's a hurricaneIn the desert.He brings much need water for lifeBut leave destruction in its wake.This is what you do to meYou bring me comfortYou make me feel secure.Then you leave.You break whats left of my heart.
What Do I Do?Someone help meI'm drowning in emotion.No release.No air.I feel so alone.I have for awhile.Please help me.I dont know where to turn.Its like sitting in a lone chair"In the dark.An empty room likeMy empty heartLovers stop but they never stayThey dont look backAs they drive away."
I Want Everyone To Like Mei want to beWhat everyone needs me to be.I know i disappoint alot of peopleAnd it tears me apart.I want you to like me.I want everyone to like me.If you liked me, maybe you'd stayMaybe then i'd never be alone.
I Was YoungI thought i needed you,That no one would want me the way you do.I prayed you'd never leave,Because you were my everything.But you're gone again,And i've grown up.I dont need you!I never did.You werent my everything.And you never should have been.I dont love you!But really i do.I love you because...You made me grow up.You were there for me like no one has ever been.You were my best friendAnd i love you for that.No one should be your world.They should only be a big part of it.If they are your EVERYTHINGChances are.. Its just infatuation.
Lately I've Been..Lost in a world of hate,I have no where to turn.Living in a home full of hurt,I never feel safe.Loving with a broken heart,I am vulnerable and scared.
Sins of your fatherYou are not your father.You are not a killer because your father was a killer.You are not a king because your father was a great one.You should not be punished for your father's sins.You should not be respected too much for his deeds either.However your father brought you to this world,He gave you life and maybe a part of him is inside you.You have to prove this.If you want to honor his great deeds and clear his sins,If you want to be called with his name,and continue living in the house your father built,thenYou should pay your father's bills,Apologize for his mistakesandForgive to others the sins of your father.If not,Change your name,Leave all the goods your father earned,Leave the house he builtand Go.Go and start a new life.Again you have to prove that you are worthy of a new life.Go and Be a better man than your father.
DownfallAnd in this dark harvest of seasonMy life has completely lost reason,For which or against to decide.All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tideIn sadness and in kindnessIn light and in darkness.In a boat made of hopeI shall sail to tomorrow,In a winding hurricaneMade of treachery and sorrow.There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...Piercing, slashing though my head.Starting somewhere in heaven,Ending somewhere in hell.Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.Are the armies within.In my head they are all thrashing.On the heaven's and hell's whim.To be light or to be darkness.A perpetual array.It's not merely my choice,But the choice of the way.It's an option of the voice,It's a thin line of gray.Is it a choice forced by fate,Is it a pre-set time and date?Or a choice to which I myself sway?But here's our story anyway
."Nothing that I do will matter.As all things will merely shatter!"All my hopes thus darkness scatter,As it shoves me a decree.As it si
ShelterEscaped to the shelterof my head to forgetmy social straight jacket.
Is It Love?If I hugged you,would you never let go?If I kissed you,would you cherish that moment?If I reached for your hand,would you take mine gently?If I needed a shoulder,would you let me cry on yours?If I needed to talk,would you really listen?If I needed to scream,would you do it with me?If I needed to go,would you come with me?If I fell for you,would you catch me?or just let me hit the pavement?
JesusI know you onlyexistfor people likeme,I know I've hungthe phone upa couple times,but it's better thanmy head --right?
abouti.i want to tell youwhy i always writeabout my mother andnot my father.ii.i love poetry buti hate words;it’s like lovingair but hatingbreathing –(loving breathingbut hating throats)words are whatruin poetry. theymean nothing, andpoetry means everything.words talk, butthey don’t sayanything.(words reduce poetryto nothing.)iii.time slips throughmy fingers likebreaths through a sievebecause i don’tgrasp onto it.i have no will –the thought makesme suffocate fromexhaustion,sinks into the blackcircles under myeyes while i liein bed.time passes.(time is cremated.)iv.i always have problemswith the middleof the night –it’s because i lovesleepinglove dreamsdreams are what makeme different fromother people.my dreams for thefuture don’t exist, butmy dreams beneathmy consciousness arevivid and only comprehensiblewithout logic.v.plants alwaysdie in my house. it'ssomething that wedo together, my
I think of youAs suns set afar and mountains flameAnd eagles, turning, turn to fireAsh cold, alone I lieAnd think of you.
94. softyou can cut thethorns off a rosebushbut you can’tstop them fromgrowing(i want to learnhow to hold youin a way that doesn'thurt)
All Hallows EveThey say that on this night the witches ride,that spirits walk and churchyards spew their dead. It isn’t true. It’s said the stench of hell infects the earthand healths of heated blood are downed. But Hamlet lied. The dead know nothing, the living less. There are only poets with blood-nibbed pens;souls hung between high heaven and deep hell.
About MeI'm weird.Yes i know.I'm slightly crazy.Its true.I'm super fun.Heck yeah!I'm a good friend.The best ever.I'm a poet.Only if you consider this a poem.