Lead AstrayI've been thinking of your story lately...As beautifully sad as it is,I'm beginning to see the faint holes--it doesn't-Fit-quite right...Like a misplaced puzzle piece.But who am I to say what's right?I only know half the battle, somaybemaybemaybeyou can show me the right pieces, butI just don'tknowanymore.
To Be AliveYour life is a thing of beauty ,God-given.You were made special,A strand of genes codedspecificallyFor you.You're made forSomething great,Something amazing.And though life may be aR o l l e r c o a s t e r ,You'll get such a rushOnce you've made it out... alive.
VictimI dared call myselfVictimDespite a loving familyPlethora of friendsAnd an army of believersWho made me face the day head-strongBecause I was bulliedDown:Shaken downBeaten downTorn downAnd up:Torn upBeaten upShaken up.I should have told them toShut upTo shut them down.Still...People do thisOnceTwiceThriceIn a lifetime at least;Moreover.They victimizeSelf-victimAnd be victimed.We can'tescapeThe prosecutors of lifeJustAvoid becoming them.
HaikuIt's a sad life whenThe one you love so deeplyWill never love you.
WIPMy writing seems to beOn a hit-or-miss basis.I try to hit a home runBut I can't quite touch the bases.Shameless,Everything I write is a frameless,Faceless piece of work I try to hang on a wallOf the room that's closing in on meAnd I can't think at all.Think?!Are you crazy?I can't even breathe I've written nothing lately,it's like my brain is on freeze!Why do problems like thisAlways seem to happen to me?
SoldierI am a soldier.I look out upon the faces of manywho see me and think hero,but I am anything but.I'm nothing but a pawn used"to serve and protect"...all I do is take the lives of the ignorant.They don't know any betterthan what the generation before them taughtand bullet after bulletthey fallto the groundlike broken toys worn out at the hands of a child.Slowly, slowlythey falland leave the lives they brought up at home.I am a soldier.
Dear SantaDear Santa can you fix it for meTo live a day of my life pain freeWhere bullies won't rip off my shirtAnd, just for once, the bruises don't hurtCan you please make it that for this one nightMy parents get through it without a bad fightOr that I have an hour without the growing fearThat in the morning I won't be hereMaybe if I am good todayI won't be beaten for being gayAnd that I might not have to grieveOver a friend killed for what they believePlease don't make it another night on my ownAll the rest of this year I have been so aloneEveryone I loved has gone and I'm tired and oldNo money for the heating, the house is so coldLet me find a nice place in which to stayI'm not fussy; just a nice alley or friendly doorwaySanta what I would give for a crust of fresh breadOr one night spent safe in a fluffy soft bedBring back my daughter, I need her aliveGo tell her killer not to drink and then driveTell my mom I love her and give her a hugLet her know I'm sorry for over
A Taste Of HeavenI know him,his struggle, his pain.The torture he endures in his brain.There's a battle in his mind,leaving him no place to hide,So slowly he disappears, he fades,and I'm left with the promises he made.And now he's in heaven, like a dream,his mind is quiet, no more silent screams.But his happiness is tricky, i fear he's wrong,cause the devils been in his head all along,what is worse than a personal hell?A taste of freedom before your eternal jail.I'll still be there, when it all falls apart,Picking up the broken pieces of his tired heart.Does he realize t's a demon of his own creation?fueled by self-loathing, a lifetime of frustration.The darkness in him overpowers the light,and I know that, again, he has lost the fight.I hang on to my hope, maybe one day he will win,I pray that he finds the strength to be my hero again.Be strong, I want to scream, hold onto the light,but it's useless, I see it's the same old fight.The darkness in him is strong, but th
But I doubt you remember.Dear Mom,I was five when you first told me I needed the exercise and signed me up for a sports team but I doubt you remember. I was six when you first weighed me in front of you, looking down at the number with disappointment but I doubt you remember. I was seven when you first hung up my weight in pounds all summer long, in the kitchen for everyone to see but I doubt you remember.I was eight when you first bet me,offering money if I could go six months without gaining weight but I doubt you remember. I was nine when you first announced that we would be dieting because we all needed to drop a few pounds but I doubt you remember. I was ten when you first saw me push away my dinner and say I didn't need to eat cause I wasn't that hungry but I doubt you remember.I was eleven when you first
I Don't Care AnymoreThe ones that hurt the mostAre the ones that show the leastHow does it feel to win?When everyone else has lost everythingHow’s it feel to shout your hatred?Telling everyone that they’re lovedI’ll tell you right now, everyone is differentBut we all hurt the sameMy voice may be silencedBut my words still screamI may have been raised in the lightBut all I know is the nightHate me if you wantI won’t give what you needHow can you expect sympathyWhen all you have is apathy
The Winter storms are a lot like meThe Winter storms are a lot like meWe’re cold and harsh, we push away.We hurt all those around usbut at heart, we’re like youAll that we would likeis to recievethe same loveas yoursun.
Let Me BeLet me tell you a goal.Let me be your shining sunan ever glowing lightstrings of the heart come undonewatch the fires of my heart ignite.Let me be your gleaming moonan ever calming guideeverything will be yours soonour souls have now been tied.Let me be your eternal amenityan embrace of growing passionall wrapped within inviting serenityfeelings given with no set ration.Let me become whole.
I Need To GoNo matter how shadedThe light may seemI would not have tradedFor another’s dreamThis life is mineAnd mine aloneI trace the lineAround my cloneThey have the timeTo feel my painIs it a crimeTo have something to gainI pass on my fearAs nothing at allBut what I hold dearWill bring about my fallI’m no longer afraidOf having more to bearThe price I paidIs secret, I swearOnly but a fewWill ever knowWhat I've been throughAnd why I need to go
Absolute ZeroAbsolute ZeroDeep down inside, reality so rough,Paying for the one who was never sure enough.Deep down inside, can you still see me?Can you still remember the better version of me?Deep down inside, staring to the skyline of this town,Disappearing, lifting like shadows, down and down.Paid for every tear and every smile,Burnt out by the fire called life.And can you hear me now,When all that once was a miracle is completely down?Hearts are torn apart, memories remain the same,But somehow too painful when there’s only me to blame.Deep down inside, reaching the absolute zero,I’ve never promised I’d be your hero.Deep down inside, can you still remember me?Do you still know whether there once was a better version of me?Deep under the absolute zero, hatred and cry,‘cause the fallen angels can also die.Under the absolute zero, beyond the wings of a wind,All alone and broken, left behind blind,The darkness within, surrounded by fire,Where are
Silent DreamersStanding in different places,From one day unto the next.We sift through all the faces,Of each and every person met.Tracing routes to when we first crashed,Finding the sources of past pain and joy-Taking to the questions never asked,For an answer to life we can't employ.There's really only one thing to know-Love is free, so change your demeanor.Under the pale moon's humble glow,We are all meant to be silent dreamers.-Corbin
BreezeHe set my soul on fireJust to watch it burn.It feels like it's happened again;It's like they're taking turns.Is that all that a man does,To hurt and hurt again?If so, Then no, I cannot goAnd bring myself to them.