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Take some time to appreciate your dogThey know nothing of life or death.
They know nothing of Macbeth.
They know nothing of the dangers.
They just know to attack strangers.
They have very simple minds.
They know of the essentials,
Food, Water,the safety of mankind, and Exercise.
They think they risk their lives protecting you,
From the mail man,
From strange Uncle Dan.
From other dogs,
and strangely enough,
Also from frogs.
Their point in life is to survive,
and make sure you do.
They need to thrive!
So they can protect you from that shoe.
I want to be remembered! I want to be remembered.
I want people to know what I can do.
I don't want my art to be dismembered.
I want every kind of person to choose!
To CHOOSE read my poems in isolation.
I don't want to use auto-tune,
For a bunch of attention.
That I simply don't want.
I want people to feel.
the emotion I put in.
I want them to learn.
What I alone, dealt with.
It really wasn't Easy, but i got through.
That's how I want to earn respect. For never giving in.
The day that i lay to rest, I want people to not be stressed.
I want them to look into grave at my funeral and say to themselves;
"She inspired me" "She was beautiful, inside and
This is my best-friend.
This is my best-friend.
I met her just a few years ago, and we hit it off right away. At first I was skeptical, I lost a lot of friends before. She didn't leave me when I was troubled, I told her all my secrets and she kept them. I don't think she realizes how much she's impacted my life, my art, my mind, whether she believes it or not, my family too. I love this girl beyond words. I wish I had a hundred of her. She's so unique and so beautiful and so inspiring and the best person anyone could ask for. I have trust issues but when I'm with her, everything spills out. And she listens, she doesn't interrupt me, or tell me I'm too dramatic. I was almost a lost cause until I met her. I was cutting and when I got to know her I just... stopped. We have so much in common and I don't keep anything from her (even the details of the weird dreams I refuse to accept even happen). She laughs at my jokes, even when they're not funny. She compliments me more than any ex-boyfriends. She's beautiful on
There's always someone there. There's always someone there.
Always someone who cares.
Someone that looks at you and sees what you don't.
You may know this person very well,
or just someone that picked you up when you fell.
They could be the one who taught you guitar.
Or just someone admiring from afar.
But whichever it may be,
just remember they care.
There's always someone who appreciates you.
always there to make sure you get through.
You Could Have Saved Her.You could have saved her.
she loved you.
Now she's in the back of the hearse.
Because you didn't try.
And you didn't cry.
you didn't hold her tight.
You didn't see her take flight.
She wanted you there.
But you were too scared.
Because you were supposed to keep your image.
The image that you don't care.
A single kiss from the one you loveHe has respect.
and it's perfect.
He erases the scars,
from the men that mean less.
And I shine bright like a star.
To remove my pants isn't necessary,
To remove my underwear,
My shirt, and bra.
To fuck me hard and raw.
When I have love.
The temptation is scary.
The pressure is worse.
But a single kiss, can break the curse.
I Can't Stop Hoping...No matter how much I try,
I can’t get him out of my head.
The tattoo showing just below his sleeve.
And the way he shook my hand and held on a bit longer.
I can’t stop hoping I’ll see him again soon,
And he’ll smile at me,
Just the way he did today.
short storyI was sitting in my room, it was a quiet night, no fighting or yelling. I hear a noise outside my window, curiously I approach my window. I see a movement in the bushes. I sneak out of my room, past the living room where my mom is watching TV. I grab my coat and slip out the door. putting my coat on I whisper "hello?" I see something move again from behind the bushes, it looks human as it jols towards the wood. "wait!" I yell trying to follow him. I reach a clearing and look around, I lost him, but I don't recognize where I am. I hear a growl behind me that send chills down my spine. I slowly turn to see a panther, at least 3 feet tall. I start to backup but I trip on something, falling on my back. a sharp pain searing my spine. blackness threatening the corners of my eyes I see a blur of black, a pain on my stomach takes my breath away, I try to scream but nothing comes out. I hear a loud roar and fall into a deep sleep.
I wake up in a cave, feeling the cold stone a
Is a monster.
It lives in your heart,
Its a corset,
Set out to squeeze your heart.
With promises of beauty.
But only hurts you.
Let the evil corset loose.
Untie its bonds.
The way we're supposed to.
Some just can't untie the knots.
They tied it too tight.
And left it for to long.
They will never know love,
The way its supposed to be.
BeautyI'd rather wear flowers in my hair,
forming a delicate chain
Than diamonds around my neck,
covering my tender blue veins
For with every precious petal
and every lucent leaf
I'm a living lesson
teaching beauty can not be bought
But rather it grows and flourishes
with every living thought
Expensive LiesI sit and stare at the toilet bowl.
A guy I know is bulimic.
When we compliment him
I see the twist of agony in his eyes
as his brain reprograms it
to sound like an expensive lie
that costs him another tear
in his tattered dignity.
Friends hurry to him,
to reassure him, to love him.
They tell him how beautiful he is.
We didn't know him before,
but he's definitely not fat now.
We whisper things in concern like;
body dysmorphic disorder.
'I know you'll never believe me
but you are so gorgeous -
not just on the inside.' Not just.
And they're right, I join in,
because they are right to say it
because it happens to be true -
he is stunning. Not just on the outside.
And we want him to see himself
the way we see him, beautiful.
And I join in because
I've felt that strangle of pain
in my stomach, bowels and belly,
when someone used to tell me lies.
So I know how he feels.
Only, he is beautiful on the outside
and I'm not.
He's not seeing reality in the mirror
and I am.
And people rush to correc
So I heard you wanted to make them like you?So I heard you had someone in mind
Perhaps something more intimate and
So I heard you wanted him to like you,
And I heard you didn't know what to do.
And so I heard you wanted a friend.
Or maybe just one..
And I heard from you, that you want me to like you too
but how, you ask?
you don't need to try.
I mean I heard you wanted to make them like
Wondering how getting the attention of that special someone works?
or perhaps just the friend, you know.
I'm no somebody and preferably just a nobody but
I heard you wanted someone to like you.
So be You.
Fearing MeI'm not afraid to cry
and I do it
a lot more than you would guess.
It isn't always sadness,
I just feel like I need to,
feel everything so strongly
that it's the only way
to let go for a moment
because if I hold on for too long,
if my grip gets too tight
I'll break myself,
I will break you like glass
and we will both
I am a good guy
who hasn't yet found a way
to show it,
I am a good guy
who still identifies with the villains,
hides everything important
anything to throw you
off of my trail....
and I don't know why,
but I am trying.
Maybe I think
that if you could see me,
the real me,
you wouldn't want to look anymore,
want to be anywhere near me,
and the idea
that I can't add up
to be enough for you,
to be enough for me,
is so fucking heart breaking
I can hardly fathom it.
I can't say that it doesn't hurt
because it does,
it hurts a whole hell of a lot,
I've come to depend on pain,
to befriend misery
A Kiss not Forgotten (a special tribute)Like a frost spread across valleys silent and dreary,
ever my longing lost in shimmers of shadow & wind
And days bled into years, the seas became deserts
But thoughts of thee would not perish
Thru memories untamed I staggered far and long;
upon solemn nights lit by the torch of your soul
O’ how deep I miss your fragrant cheer ..
Of warm evenings shared across Lake’s reverie,
watching horizons journey into Autumn’s dream
— wherest our hearts once bloomed a fabled sky
Those passions shared will forsake me not
Lest the Moon would bestow solace upon my ache:
I will lay marooned, haunted by thy seraphic-figure,
Or the ever fleeting caress of your gaze ...
So my soul shall yield to this mythic abyss; –
as I peer from my carriage to Nirvana
And thou away, from my arms, the Sun weeps
Unto eternity—my dear beloved, we are entwined
Forever our footprints cast in golden firmament
A kiss not forgotten in a ballet of light softly falling
I now bear the want
you're just a question marki met you so long ago
but back then our bodies were made of metal
and nowadays they’re made of the blades of
grass and dirt settling
underneath my fingernails.
my fingers are having a hard time
reaching the keys and
my organs are shaking mostly because i haven’t
eaten in two days but also
because i’m worried about the things you're doing to yourself.
we didn’t meet very long ago at all but it feels like forever ago
and you say you don’t know me
that you don’t know anyone
but baby you're turning into a skeleton and i’m peeling back my skin
to try and reach my bones, just like you.
i hope you're happy,
i’m covering the hard wood floors now
the bits and pieces splattered.
they are calling it a suicide but i’m calling it
a way to see my brain and
just how dark it has become, and honestly
i don’t want you to try and see about your’s.
i’m mourning the loss of my heart and wish you weren’t either -
Black hole BulimicThe Composition:
I birth poems — not amaranths
in graveyards — not gardens.
sows seeds of doubt
into skeleton weeds.
A farmer plucks the bones
from Apollo's hyacinth; his
I binge on broken
cracked collectors of rocks,
of pebbles kidnapped
from barren beaches:
where crooked kings
buried in books whose
pages creak to crickets
in an abandoned abyss
of an attic—caskets on
an antiquated shelf. I
choke on the dust and
twitch in recoil.
The bickering sky
A cloud coughs—
The clock's scythe hand
swivels to the beckoning
twelve. Spastic ticking—
each bleak stroke
of a midnight heart.
The sundials do not work
now. The vampires know
I kill poems—
as love for summer fades.late morning-
there's the tease of
snow in the clouds,
in the air, and the trees
have finally lost their
the sunlight is damp.
alters the room
as it graces my skin,
and for once
i don't wake up right away.
instead i lay
between my memory bitten
sheets, and i think
about all the times he said
that he hated winter.
i don't remember
when i began to love it,
and i don't care.
nothing can shatter that.
obligation steam machineas always
grinding the cankerous
of your cognition
until the lack of compassion
leaves you unlubricated
seized frozen bound stuck
only then the machine of
your fears will burst to steam
squealing to suckle
at the genius of my
the unsung soiled hero
of middle-class ferocity
savior of the undeserving
winding slowly deftly dying
martyr to the self-justified cause
i wonder...Its like the longer you're alone,
The more society rejects you.
If I could go back,
If I could change,
If I could tell you,
How I feel.
The longer I'm away,
The more I wonder.
Do you miss me?
Do you remember my face?
The things you said you loved so much?
Do you remember me at all?
I wish I could get you out of my head,
Out of my dreams,
Out of my art...
But then again,
You're what's keeping me sane.
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