I am a sealed
envelope
licked by
past promises
that have found
a home
in the corners
of my frame
Go on
cut it open
liberate me
I dare you

I can't take it,
So I wrap it up
As a gift of words,
And poetry becomes
An emotion,
And I can be,
And I can live,
Here right now,
Poetry,
Life in words.

Goodbye to all who knew me,
This is just a story
                                  ending

This is now an empty sheet,
but my words will always
be silently read. My children are
my pages carrying my memory on.

Stranger things have happened
The splitting of an atom led to all the Eves and Adams
We just keep climbing up this ladder
What happens when we reach the top of it
Does it matter?
Still, stranger things have happened
I hung myself with string theory gripped in madness
And visited the vast void dripped in blackness
Crippled past tense reminds us of what was
And how inevitable it is that everything gets crushed and
Deboned with time
My skeleton remains hesitant at 11:59
Still even stranger things have happened
I woke up as a lab rat with a hazmat and a gasmask
Phantom of the operating theater with the seats packed
Breathing in sterile air trying to feel the breeze
Strap my self into a gurney
To perform out of body surgery
I said I'd never turn the other cheek but
Stranger things have happened

I am the poetry that breathes words into your mind.
I fill up blank spaces with encouraging lines.
I possess no magic powers to turn back time.

I am the poetry that brings back childhood fears.
I speak the truths you're not sure you wanna hear.
I clarify emotions that were previously unclear.

I am the poetry that digs deep to tear at the soul.
Once I enter you, you can never be whole.
Without the words inside you, you feel so cold.

I am the poetry that tries to hold back time.
Keep the body frozen but activate the mind.
Using line after line to make you all mine.

I am the poetry that flows through your veins.
That proves how much I love you, day after day.
I help keep your sanity, when you think you're going insane.

I am the poetry that floats in front of your eyes.
Always surrounding you, seeing through your every disguise.
I know everything you think, I know all your lies.

I am the poetry until the day you die.

If you looked out your window  
It's my eyes you would see
Peeping in
Watching you clean dishes over the kitchen sink
And I could feel my heart sink
You glanced out
Overlooking me
Standing right in front of you
This made me angry
And sadly
I wanted to lash out
And thrash you
Pound you into the ground
Treat you like the trash I was branded as
But I wouldn't dare hurt you
So madly in love
I could stand here for hours just staring at you
Frozen in place
Lost in the depth and portrait like features of your face
The sight of your long red hair
Gave me chills
As I forced myself to imagine how it would feel
So lost in the thrill
My thoughts were so strong
I begged they became real
Caught up in our reality
Only to the sound of my heavy breathing
I was snapped back on track
And as I relaxed
You were gone

I watched you get undressed
So nervous  
I became drenched and soaking wet
As I started to sweat
I was your personal security system
Monitoring you
Until you feel asleep
Inside I stared to cry
Unable to watch you dream
I wanted to shout, punch and scream  
I could no longer stand the view from here
You I wanted to be near
I borrowed the spare key you hid
I figured it was put there purposely
For me
Even though I wasn't suppose to be within 100 yards of you
I always let myself in
This wasn't the first time
I would take a tour around your house
Roam through your fridge
And take a bite of the cookies left out
After I would quickly sneak up the stairs
Tip toeing
Matching the rhythm
Of the tick and tock echoing from the grandpa clock
No need to creep through your door
Or pretend that I knocked
It was always open
At the edge of your bed
I would stand
And caress your bedsheets in the palm of my hands
While watching you breathe
You never made a sound
No noise or a peep
So peacefully you sleep
And I stood there
In a trance
Frozen
Like a statue or a tree
I could never stop watching you

There's an aching in my bones for where that feeling they call home used to be but now it's only in my dreams.
My emotions keeps grinding away at my soul, telling me where to go and who to be.
But that's not me and this dream isn't my reality.
As far fetched as my hopes may seem to be, to me they are the reality supressing these nightmares that everyone else calls dreams.

Keep hoping for a new tomorrow to change my ways, but the days drag on, always the same.
Not knowing where the truth lies, disguised as a ride that takes you high enough to never feel it when the lie dies.
Staring pain in the face, wasting days swept under a carpet of disgrace, eyes staring back screaming with disdain.
Forgetting myself more with every breath, failing every test and silently waiting for death.