Why do I have to squeeze my eyes,
to bring my soul out through my throat,
Somehow one blink of my blurry eyes,
Rendered me in the depth while the world's afloat.

The fists tight around my neck,
are far too coward to show their face,
Or maybe they're too many ghouls,
Crowded together into my personal space.

I'm fearing words, I'm fearing sounds,
I'm wrapping the ringing in my ears
around my dejected shoulders
In case the burst of reality makes my being cease.

Am I scared for you, or scared of you?
Scared of what the world has made you see,
Or scared of turning into you,
Cause the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree.

I squeeze and squeeze as if my eyeballs are two stress *****,
Till they have absorbed all the noise
that my overflowing head is spilling,
I don't have the courage to let it spill through my voice.

I don't have the courage to say anything that matters,
Cause my excuses are here soothing me,
While your reasons are there killing you,
So I end up being the nobody that I am eventually.

grip me up
kiss me love
hard
off guard
i'm giving up

giving in
with every touch
my head spins
almost too much

then melt
your tongue
with mine
running hands
across my spine

and slow it down
savor the feeling
stop time
send my mind reeling

hand through hair
kisses trailing
skin left bare

pull me in
hold me tight
grab what's yours
and you are mine

s.s

you will never
be more important
to them
than
sipping
smoking
snorting
substance

tell me

how can you call that love

s.s

Sometimes you feel you shouldn't say anything
Sometimes you feel like you need to say everything.
But being who you are you can't.
If you did you would barely stand.

Some people make you feel small and congested
Others they make you feel your life is a blessing.
But you know that you're already beaten.
You convince yourself you're not a ******.

People tell you you're quiet and you need to speak up,
You get hurt and stay quiet but they don't tell you you're tough.
You stop talking for a while and people don't ask you what's wrong
Because you're usually that quiet, even for this long.

It's tough being a shy kid, growing up that way.
People always assume you don't have much to say.
But then we can surprise them, with poems like this
We can tell them something different, even though we're just kids.

I never liked poetry before
But I find myself reading it more.
Poetry reminds me of me
Being whoever I’ll be.
The laughter, tears and fire
Shoot my need for poetry higher.

I never thought I’d be addicted,
To the rhythm and the rhyme,
Of something more depicted
Than the thrumming time.
Always lost in the music,
Never really thinking about the time.

I’m no watercolor painting,
I don’t fall for my crush fainting.
I can’t write about any of that.
But I can say at last
I have something to say
It’s here I’ll decide to stay.