Who ever knew
That happiness could
Wear someone out
As much as it does.

My emotions
Have grown drowsy,
And my head’s
A bit too feathery.

The stars all look brighter in the sky
Sometimes i get so lonely I could—

The darkest flares
Burn within the brightest bonfires.

Looking at you through this glass
as forever drifts to the past
An eternity of sliding sands block my path,
and a glassen wall stands at full mast.

were bittersweet memories
ever meant to last?

In this desert, another flower blooms.
Siftless sands begin to sift once more;
time always resumes.

Flowers mill about
The field of conceited sunlight.

For pleasure?
For knowledge?
No,
Forsworn.

With each passing motion,
I branch out farther from
The trunk of my tree.

Now the motion
Has gone to far.
A gust has blown
And now I’m snapped.
The branch fell away
And lies upon the ground.

When disarmed in the fall,
the winter ground
Hits harder than all.
No way to brace
For the mind’s justice,
So I lay, cold and tired.

The line between heaven and hell,
A line moving to and fro
With each silent toll
Of the otherworldly bell.

A motionless ball set to roll,
Time tells of stagnant control;
Neither will consume the other whole.

A world to repair
And a wrench in your hands.
The rusted bolt of despair
Has long since plagued these lands

Where are the birds that flew;
Through the sky, in pairs of two.
Where are the trees that grew;
With leaves and sap that stuck like glue.
The golden world’s in your hands too,
Why not make this gray sky blue?
Show us the world that’s true,
Bring out your natural hue.

Bring out our natural hue.

Words stabbing as swords,
But who cares?
It’s all under floorboards.

Within the cracking glass
A reflection takes hold.
Throughout this ringing tone;
inside the crowd I’m all alone.
The ticking words,
abhorrent outside my head.

My mind must watch it’s tread,
The striking mallet instilling fear
My jagged edges are begging to

...disappear...

Apparently I’m at 10,000 words on my profile. That’s pretty cool.

Penetrating the soul’s every layer
And spreading influence like
a dangerous pandemic.
You have ailed me with lovesickness
And none of my soul was spared.
Thank you for the emotions
That you brought me on these
Unceasingly fleeting days.

As the beach pulls at the grains of sand,
Your forgiveness tugs at the corners
Of my reddened eyes.

The cooling air
Calls in a darkened sky.
A soft rain hits with flair
And the clouds continue to cry.

A step of light,
A touch of flame.
A world so bright
Yet a world so tame.

I lie a broken boy,
Listening to the song of love,
Humming the tune in disarray,
And dancing my feet
To each devious beat.

Behind the eyes
That shall not show,
The inhabitants run free
Brimming my moving mind
With fantasy in top of fantasy,
Giving little else to think of.

Petals fly
Petals fall
Dancing roses
Sewing the fall.

Fallen petals laying, red.
Sewn by a simple thread;
The world’s card has been drawn
Fate is facing the early dawn.

In the wake of hope;
A fleeting emotion,
Lies the horrid despair
Of failing once again

My needle-spun lies
Tie the rope around my foot.
Caught in a snare,
The huntsman’s judgement
Is the only way out.

The huntsman’s rife,
In which I seek repentance

As life flows over the ledge,
We watch the waves push them back.

Them,
The trillions of voices,
Of souls,
That precede our beckon into
This oceanside cliff.

You could have it all;
My liar’s throne.
Pick me to the bone;
Create a cliff to fall.

The forest’s wing
Creates its leaves;
Their sweet little sting
Scraped off the trees.

What have I become,
Beating to another’s drum?
Following the soft flare,
With thoughts I cannot repair.

I’ll drop you into the dirt,
I will make you hurt.

I always wanted
To be seen as an adult,

But is it too late
To start being a kid?

I’m happy, I continue to assure.
They all fell for my desperate lure.
It’s all a hopeless ploy; it’s all fake.
I’ve built my world upon this mask;
An ebon shell that’s about to break.

Why should I
Take pride in myself
When there’s nothing
To be prideful of?

Everyone es:
ecstatic, erratic, eh?!
Eternal ending!

The gentle surf slides onto shore,
It’s indefinite curve lightly tumbling.
A scene like a feathery leaf,
Drifting towards the autumn ground.

A deafening calm,
Where nature effortlessly prevails.
Pervading the unsure landing,
And giving it strength once more.
Within the boundaries of earth
Lies a boundless expanse of life.

To all those oppressors out there,
I say "**** you!"

I pray to all the masses:
Let the rabbits wear glasses,
let the pigs wear suits,
and let the accountants...
let them wear their favorite boots!

The cows can don their horns
and the sheep will wear their wool
while farmer brown scorns
the fool that wrought this chaos
into his farm stand kiosk.

Digging a hole
As I’ve always done.
But sweat, tears, and blood,
Corroded an abyss of mud.
If you want a hold dug,
Grab a shovel.
If you’ve dug too far,
Grab a pen.

Even if one thinks
That what is right
Is wrong,
There is an undeniable guilt
That follows in wake.

Six and a half hours
Of grueling yard work
Seemed like an eternity
Of endless seconds

Without you.

A step to a wade,
Shivering water
Will always shine.
Even if the day is done,
Even if you can’t run.

Running through the soft breeze
The wind resonates among the leaves.
A green shade encloses me.

I could never see this forest
Because you ditched me among the trees.

It’s ok to hate yourself,
As long as you’re trying to like you.
You will fall from grace,
But it’s ok, life is sour sometimes.
If you don’t ever let go,
Life will let go of you in your stead.

Before you love someone else,
Learn to first love your own **** self!

On a level field
You are now so close...
Yet so far.

How can I show you the world
When I’m trapped,
Within this limited space?

“Not all things are made
To survive becoming past”
I thumb the cold blade,
Knowing this won’t last.

“Peace residing
Within the art of war”
Inside the cracks I’m hiding;
While my mind’s on tour.

“Within emotion
Lies our charred corruption.”
A mental explosion;
And a civil war’s eruption.

So many twists and turns,
Rocks in the road,
Broken bridges
Gapping broken land.
Maps never worked,
Nobody ever told me the direction.

Now it’s straightening out,
But I never saw the chasm.
You’ve left me to fall once more.

Sometimes the end
Is oh so far away
Beyond earth’s bend
Lying among the starts

But sometimes,
You are facing the light.
You just have to let it all
Fade to white.

Feel the sting;
Feel the *****.
Within the bell’s ring,
And the clock’s tick,
Lies the burden.

Feel the sting,
Feeling time
Bearing down.

Mistakes are a demon
Bludgeoning you with a bat.
You get nothing but pain,
See nothing but failure.

And then your hospitable
Tormentor
Tells you to learn from
Getting beaten severely
By an infernal divine.

Hands in flaming hands
With the demons that once had
Control on my world.

She whispered into my ear
“I find boys
Who write poetry
Really distracting.”
Then her flame went away,
Leaving me to wonder,

And forget.

All work and no play
makes me a useful boy.

As long as I keep working,
people will see my lie as truth;
that I'm not a failure.

In the air
For less than
A second.

My hand moves
In utter hope and
Desperation,
But to no avail.
The glassware
Is now everywhere.

I step on
The jagged mess
That I have made
To repent my hate
For dropping
That precious plate.

As my body starts to drag,
My mind starts to wander.

Moving becomes a chore,
And listening is a bore.

I think I’ll just close my eyes,
And fall to the floor.

I want to run.
Travel far away.
This place is hell
I have no idea why
But my blood’s boiling as well.

My mind is hell bent
My blood is pumping,
But...
I can’t break anything
My fear is overtaking.
I want to break something,
Yet I’m breaking nothing.

I don’t want to be here
I don’t want to be here
I want to ******* run
I want to cough up blood
And wither away.

Split myself open again,
Laugh at the sight of blood,
Ride the wave of serenely
Stabbing,
Butchering,
And ultimately
Mutilating pain.

Home is where the heart is,
But my heart has burned away.

Assumptions.
Closing doors to negotiation.

Assumptions.
Fabricating half truths
On baseless knowledge.

Assumptions.
Hurting hearts and souls alike.

What palette of inks
Has the world dyed itself
With on this day?

A collection of yellows
Painted the canvas
Of a plain and woods
During the setting sun.

A collection of greens
Littered the pines,
And finished the color
On the grass and moss.

A splash of red
To cover that setting fireball

A sheet of blue
And a touch of violet
To dribble on our night sky,
Which we will now
Litter with the deceitful stars!

Have you ever wanted
To do what you wanted to,
but your brain stubbornly acted.
Filled your mind with words,
and thoughts that should be redacted
on a relaxing day, such as that.
Yet you got tempted and resigned,
so you picked up your pen again.
Threaded a soft blanket of words
one to rest your fatigued body under
until the sun was pulled from the sky.

Today,
Another day in the line,
Another line in time,
And another time
In an era.

On this day,
I felt I needed to start
My active application
Of the concept of self love.

I love my 1.5 month streak
Of no self harm.

Let’s go for two items!

I love my 1/2 month span
Void of suicidal thoughts.

I wonder when
The streak and span
Will come to a close.