It doesn't matter what I say,
You won't read it anyways.
But you don't hurt me,
You make me happy.
What makes me unhappy isn't you,
It's when you push me away,
Please stop icing me out.

I can't be everything,
I can't be major general Truth,
So I'm sorry I destroyed it,
I'm sorry I turned my back on the people who read me through,
I think I would disappoint,
The people who inspired me,
If they saw the spires burning,
With the match laying in my hand.

I'll show you how the world burns,

It comes in simply steps,

An effigy,
An idea to hold on to,
A sacred symbol,

A **** good convincer.

Something lurks in the forest of veils,
A place far from the war,
Which 'we' prevail.

A ripple of unrest,
Within the blankets of truth,
Hanging in the dripping branches.

What is a which hunt, without a lie,
One to convince us were doing good for 'us,'
A blatant killer,

Is among us.

The choking vines of the wine yard,
Wrap around the souls of the somber.
Staring off into space,
While a chemical feeling seals their fate.

Do they feel happy yet?
Something more than the happiness they lost,
Was it right, to push love away?

In replacement they have a craving,
A welcomed feeling of demanding.
Their kisses curdle into bites,
Ripping chunks out of who they love,
Tearing holes into their head.

Are you really doing it this time?
This time, are you really going to leave me,
Because I need someone who deserves me,
Who treats me better than you.

I don't want that,
I doubt you do either.
Please don't follow through,

I need you.

We must carry great faith in our young writers,
I must carry great faith in me,
Carry great faith in he, they, she,
Who?
Those who will inherit the art we cherish,
Keep it close, stringing together what emotions were lost,
We know the real cost.

Rainy days are about as good as any,
It's a little gray and dreary,
But I love the sound of trickling drops.

She does too,

I love the rain,
When I'm with you.

You make me cry,
In a good way.

I've never felt anything like this before,
Cradled in your loving arms,
Don't need therapy.

The time we spend together,
Is better.

I want to drown in you,
To dip my face in your waters,
Rapid or smooth.
To know the parts of you,
Nobody else ever could,
I need to feel you.
Your fingers like tear drops,
Running down my face,
Left deep in a loving haze.
So can we come together,
Ignore all the things that push between us,
Your name ends with my favorite place,
The sea.

Your name ends with home,
My home is you.

I apologize to those who were wrongly laid to rest,
To any graves where blood is still wet.
I respect those who survived,
Even in the face of adversity.

It seems you lie to yourself,
Building up a fake world to fall back on.
Though, even if you do,
You at least have some level of dignity.
For if you brought these people here,
Only to rile things up,
You're disgusting.

Sometimes, you disgust me.

If anything,
I am as much as a hunter of evil as you.
Although I am no kingmaker,
No kingdom taker.
Ask yourself,
Did you fix a problem?
Or replace it.

Because in the face of paradise,
You disgrace it.

An outdated rule,
So many written by fools.
Once again,
A familiar attempt to suppress.
When power is weakly held,
Those who could claim it,
Are weakened.
Yet, no hand keeps down the spirit,
No chain nor cell.
What we long for,
We shall have.
In the face of desecration,
Flames must rise,
From the ashes of the Absolutarian.

Somethings are just golden,
Even if gold doesn't stay,
Somethings don't fade away.

I am golden,
An idea that refuses to fade,
I am brave.

Feelings tend to be hard,
From them,
We long to break apart.

But if you're going through hardship,
Baby, know that you're loved,
You're stronger than what you oppose.

My dad is doing okay,
For a moment he wasn't doing great,
But urgent care does it's thing.

Though he's tired and wobbly,
I'm happy to see him up and moving,
Let your loved ones know they are,

In case you lose them for good.

Have we not learned our lesson about disturbing the dead?
If it's over, let it be over.
Don't dip a blade in the dusts of doom,
Then slice it through the soft flesh of peace.
We've claimed our victory,
You shant start this battle up again.

I look through the window,
Head full of blight,
Staring into the pitch of night.

I was writing something about a feeling,
But the message I forgot,
Am I losing the plot?

Atticus is a perfect shot,
But wisemen don't shoot guns.
They advance through attrition,
With the power of their mind.

When the dusky husky twilight descends,
I think of who I am.

Each night my opinion changes,

Sometimes I'm a shiny white suit,
Elegance.

Often though,
I'm a lumpy sack of coal,
A big burden,
Such a terrible person/thing.

But I think for now I've decided,
I'm okay.
Nothing special,
A warm summer day,
Something normal,
You treasure anyways.

I think I'm growing up,
I don't need the same things a child does,

But I need love,
I need your love.

You give me air to breathe,
Warm arms to melt into,

You give me a reason to be,
Let's keep being.

Man craves reassurance,
I am nothing different to that.
We assemble groups of people to agree with us,
That the light doesn't just go out.
As if life were a dying lightbulb,
On an old lamp.
The kind that sits on my grandparents coffee table,
My family doesn't worship a symbol or God,
Will the light go out on them?
I believe in the man named God,
But we do not often talk,
My prayers are crude and unrefined.
Is that enough,
To keep the light on,
For a little long?
I fear not,
We will weep,
Becoming brittle.
People mourning shatter into shards,
For them, death is too far,
For them,
Death is the final friend.

Bend like bamboo,
Brittle people break.

Resist yet be resilient,
Persevere, yet,

With purpose.

Billy Joel and Family Guy,
I'm an American walking by.
My button shirts are pressed,
Lined up in a row.
What a good place,
This home I know.

It started when I was seven,
Wasn't much of a fan of books.
Ignoring everything in class,
Lucky for me,
My teacher refused to call it a lost cause.
She got me reading,
Now I'm here.

Who are you boy?
Lost in your own mind,
Get on out of there!
You're missing the best parts of life,
Stop thinking for a few,
Just drop everything and do.
Nothing on this earth can stop you,
After all, you've got creativity, love, and roots,
What more do you need in order to be great?

I can't do horror movies,
But I can if you hold my hand.
Every bad thing gets better,
When we do it together.
So let's do more,
Love is our open door.

I lost one follower,

I apologize.

I'm glad my art could please them,

For a little while.

I was weak in winter,
The constant frosts,
Laying over my bones.

Now Spring has come,
With a new warmth I've never known,
Blooming in the flowers of our pear trees.

A new season has brought a new warmth inside,
So I fold into the branches of the cherry trees.

It's a mindset,
Nothing easy to accomplish,
Life loves to kick you down.

But even though the moon said he looked silly,
The sun,
Came up again.

The situation is growing grim,
Some movement this is.
Everyone who challenges one side,
Proceeds to die.
They are many,
The others are few.
I know wrong from right,
But I will not fight the wrong tonight. . .

Something needs to be said,
For this suspicion I have in my head,
Something here is amiss.

I don't believe we're still fighting,
For the same battle I inspired,
I don't believe that your mascot is real,
For you treat them like an effigy.

She told me,
To think about leaving,
About grieving.

I didn't want to think,
But she needed it,
Although I knew my answer,
She needed it.

She cried,
Bawling on the phone that night,
All I could do was think,
Think about how it would be,
If it wasn't you and me.

It would be bad,
Something I didn't want,
This is the best for me,
Please stay babe.

Nothing is a scary,
As hanging on the brink,
When you can't tell if the rope is fraying.

Lilac flowers remind me of something more,
Their sent drifting through each open door,
Lilac flowers remind me of something more.

Purple is the color of royalty,
I happened to be a royal once,
Purple is the color of royalty.

Niagara grapes wrote their own poem,
But I destroyed it, does that make me less?
Niagara grapes wrote their own poem.

I know loss,
Believe me,
I know lows.

While my life now glitters in gold,
I will never forget it's old rusty reds,
Believe me, I know the blows.

My baby is proud of me,
Of all the poems I wrote,
That's all the praise I need,
Just write,
Write some more,
Till my pen tip is course,
So I can sing to her.

1+1+1
3
3-2
1+(1+1)
1+1(2)
2(2)
2x2
4
4/2
2+1+1
2+1(1-1)
2+1
2(1-1)
2

Please,
I  don't,

Want   to   see


Us    drifting



Apart

It's too much to take,

I rush down the stairs,
I run away,
I always run away.

But how can I fight,
Something I don't know,
But how can I fix,
Something when I don't know what broke.

This is not complaining,
This is begging,
This is begging you to tell me,
This is apologizing for not knowing.

Tables turn,
Like they had an engine connected to their wheels.
I should put more trust in natural order,
Prey doesn't hunt predator.
But often times that's how it's dressed,
No wonder they say, "Preying on."

Yet, I tend to be wrong,
My gut is a busted compass.
So which way do I wander,
When both paths are double crossed.

I know they'll all say,
"My way!"
So who's lying,
Who's prey?
They lie, they cower,
Who's in the right place of power?

Cross reference image search,
Google lens counts one lie.
The dots connect,
I count two truths.
Truths defined by information,
Not instigation.

Patience,
I am waiting,
To see how this plays out.
When once a crusader,
Faded to dust,
I watch the scenes,
Record what I must.

My heart tells me one thing,
My brain, another.
We must put trust in each other,
I trust my heart.
Yet if I'm wrong,
My brain will bite my behind.
Leave me be,
I'm just pointing it out.

No one should have to fear,
Trying to write here.
It wasn't always like this,
Was it?
Wasn't.

There's a gap here,
Needs to be filled.
Haven't seen,
Since 4/14.
Buying sunshine,
Supporters disappear,
Recreated.
Am I mistaken?

At the end of the day,
Should we throw the towel in?
Maybe it could help,
If we put this on the shelf.
They aren't winning,
But neither are you,
A battle of attrition,
Fueled by masks and brutes.

Many aspiring authors come and go,
I know former poets,
Who's only dream was to grow,
People I no longer know.

Those who stand to break you,
You mustn't let take you,
Drag you down in their ***** lake,
Just don't break.

There's something to be said for superstition,

It never seems to let you down,

Now it's to the point,

I wont even pass my cat,

She did nothing wrong,

But her label is bad.