Are you scared of me,
I asked you.
I don't think you understood.
Are you scared of love?
Of being loved,
of feeling love?
Love from me?

I am alone
in a vast sea of ever changing faces.
I am naked,
and I am vulnerable.
The people point
and tell mock stories about me.
They spit where I stand,
and laugh at my back.
I am naked,
in a vast sea of ever changing faces,
and I am alone.

Your eyes are moons,
lighting the dark skies of my mind.

Their grey tint whispers through the trees,
into the deep forests of my heart.

Moons that hide away through clouds of agony,
clouds holding back rain.

They still shine even though the sun is out,
and to me, they will always shine.

Her eyes are dams,
holding back vast amounts of pain.
One day they will break.

Her voice is honey,
flowing sweetly from her lips.
One day it will run out.

Her hands are ballerinas,
dancing gracefully across the piano.
One day they will fall.

Her heart is an orchestra,
conducting haunting symphonies.
One day, I will stop hearing them.

I break my back for you
but you don't say hello.

I haven't slept in months
but you can't remember my name.

I love you with my entire being
but you don't even notice.

I wait for the day I can stop writing these ******* poems
but that will be the day you start caring.

You are always in my head
some kind of permanent residency
I hope it's comfy.

I guess you must like it there
because you sleep there
and you seem quite content.

You seem to have cleared out everything else that was in there
to make more room for yourself
because you are the only one up there.

You have a way of running me
through my head
because everything I do I have you in mind.


I think I should really stop
writing all these ******* poems
about you.

Every wish I make is for you,
and you alone.

My eye lids are bare,
the lashes are gone.

My undivided attention is dedicated to the sky,
that the stars may bring you closer.

As the clock blinks 11:11,
my heart beats for you.

For every wish I make,
there is a chance you are wishing for me too.

So I wish for you,
every wish I get.

It isn’t me, isn’t you
so much bigger than that
staring at you
a brick wall
a bird,
a song only those listening can hear.
A necklace glistening in the blistering sun’s heat
A car chase
The air you breathe
You can’t trap it,
contain it.
Your boxes are too small
and in a glass it would spill.
It’s pain,
joy.
It isn’t me, isn’t you.

I'm on a track
and I can't stop,
not even once.
Help me, if you can.
But you can't.
I'm stuck;
this is so difficult.
I can't even breathe,
or focus on
anything
or anyone.
This is getting painful.
To be
or not to be?
My mind is on a track,
and it will not slow down.
Help me right now please.
It is over.
I can breathe again.

Have you ever stopped
to realize,
she really doesn't care about you?
Never once.
She doesn't treat you like you matter,
any more than the next guy.
You're just someone,
maybe even no one.

Have you ever stopped
to weep,
to lay everything down,
in a vast pool of tears?
The salty sin whose presence makes proud men cower in shame.
They bring us together, as one.
All of us, under the same fall of rain.

Have you ever stopped
to think,
who would care?
If you were gone, who would take the time to see?
The ways to go, they haunt you.
And none take their time to recognize,
though you think of death,
you may already be dead.

Have you ever stopped
to smell,
to breathe in the dawn of a new day,
and smell the beauty of the flowers?
Young child,
you aren't alone.
Together, we can smell.
We will smell the flowers and live.
Together.

Where it is cold,
ice can peacefully be.
It won't bother anyone,
not you, not me.

But once it gets warm,
it will start to melt.
Not fast, but slow,
but it is still felt.

And as it gets hot,
the ice starts to run.
It's sad and it's lonely
and not anything fun.

And once it is melted,
the ice is no more.
Just a sad little puddle,
Defenseless and poor.

Will it get back, to the cold
where happy it was a time?
Can it freeze again,
and end up just fine?

Once it unfreezes,
it can freeze again.
But it won't feel the same,
it won't be ever again.

For each time ice melts,
it loses some of its heart,
and when nothing's left,
everything goes dark.

So if you see ice
somewhere it's not cold,
please keep it from melting,
you need not be told.

You rally the people
and I will carry them.

And we will march
and we will wave the flag
as we once did.

You will lead the people
as I sing our war cries.

And we will watch,
with tears in our eyes,
as our enemies fall.

Leave it be.
You say we share,
but you lie.
That is my dream,
not yours.

Go get your own-
I don't want you to take it.
That is my dream.
Get your own.

That is my dream.
Why can't you get that?
Please go be original,
and stay away from my dreams.

Sitting
in the dark
next to you.
I feel your breathing,
keeping time with mine.
I feel you,
but I can't understand you.
Do you know I'm here?
Do you want me here?
You left.
Come back.