HopeThere are so many dayswhen humanity frightensthe most compassionateperson awayit takes only a knifeor a word or a gun, andoh god,we scare so easy.I'm tired of livingwithout faith,without promise,I'm tired of not believingin tomorrow.There may not be a god abovebut believer or not,there are so manyreasons to loveI'm not giving upI'm not letting go;I'm going to dreamand one dayperhaps I will flyand I will believethe best of peopleuntil it kills me,because the momentthat you give upis the momentyou become the problem.
resurgencelet's make small talk,six month silence swelling;sticking inside our throats,filling the space between us.let's make small talkand skirt furtive eyes aroundthe absence we never quiteaccustomed ourselves to.this is easy,but then it's always beeneasy.we move lightly,flow smoothlyin synchronous;an oh-so similarfamiliar scene.let's make small talk,stumble on faux pas promisesand the intimacy between twowho are no longer intimate.orbiting the past,we dance in words.
to the amber girl with the ember eyesyou seem to be a beautifulmissed mess melancholy mapof roads that teenagers wishthey could drive down, they couldroll down their windows andlet the buffeting wind take your wordsout of their mouths(what im trying to say here isthat you get it, you get whatwe are and what we want to beand what we wish we weren't)that lighter fluid you bleed isjust enough to set me ablaze withsomethingim itchingim tryingto get these awkward momentsinto a beautiful skin, and you haveperfected the art.you are art, in itself, you area piece of someone's heartand like the amber emberi see you as, you sparka tiny revolution in me.
Loneliness ConsumesI don’t care.They have soul mates.That’s fine.So what if I’m the oldest?So what if I’ll be alone forever?It won’t matter.I’m sure I can find a way to disappear.Then I won’t need a soul mate.Then I can leave this place behind me.All I have to do is try until it works.Invincibility can only go so far.I can’t stand this.Sitting in my room crying because I’m so lonely.There has to be a better place for me.I just have to ditch this one.I used to be able to hide inside of myself.Now though,I’ve ventured too far into the “real world”I have to go back.I can’t stay here.If I can just hide inside myself again,It won’t hurt so much.I just don’t know how to escape.I guess that makes me pathetic.The loneliness eats away at meNo matter what I do.
Alone With ImpulsesI stare at the clock,Willing myself to feel tired.It doesn’t work.I take a sleep aid.It doesn't work either.Sitting here alone,I drown the quiet with music.I know I have to keep it together.That doesn't send the depression running though.Every moment ticks byWith infinite slowness.Softly,My mind presents impulses.Mild ones first-Like a snack.Ever so stealthily,More psychotic impulses surface.I know I can’t-Won’t-Follow them.I just feel frightened by my own mind,And ever so alone.
Happy onesGive me a reason whywould a happy person waste timeon writing about a "goodbye"instead of a "hi"Tell me, i don't understandwhat happens when one's heart doesn't mendWhen they fail to standhow do they find such words to describe the endi'm not saying happy poems are a liebut they are not the ones that catch my eyethe ones that do are the ones i've survived,the ones that prove that i'm still alivei'm ready to take your betsswear to me on stars and cometsi dare you to prove me wrong, i'm just being honestbut i believe that happy ones are rarely poets
A Click Away.If you're feeling lonelyOr if you're just having a bad dayI'm here for you to talk toI'm just a click away.Who cares where all the time goesAs long as it's well spent?I can be your punching bagI can listen while you vent.If you want adviceI can give you my two centsI can help you through the hard timesWhen you're back is to the fenceThere's nothing like a friendWho won't judge you by your scarsEmotional or physicalThey don't tell me who you areOnly what you've been throughSo if you're feeling downOr any other wayI'm here for you to talk to, andI'm just a click away.