Mommy and DaddyMommy, Daddy, are you okay?More Like This
You haven't talked at all today.
Mommy, Daddy, can't you see?
You're really starting to hurt me.
All you do is scream and fight,
and I hear it all throughout the night.
Sometimes I think my eyes will run dry,
yet whenever I do, I just continue to cry.
"She doesn't care about any of this, she'll be fine by tomorrow!"
Daddy, you don't know how much your words fill me with sorrow.
"Can't you just be civilized?! Stop acting like a child, and apologize right now!"
Mommy, please don't make this worse, or I'll run outside and hide in the snow.
Mommy, Daddy, I wish you would just stop everything and be happy again.
I'm hiding under the blankets, writing these words down with a pen.
Mommy, Daddy, can't you see?
You're tearing my heart into one, two, three.
A piece for each of us, a piece of my heart,
the beating has stopped before it could start.
Two sections I wish I could install into both of you,
yet I'm afraid I have not yet found the proper glue.
"It isn't your
About You...There is a poem,More Like This
or some written piece of
somewhere unheard of
all about you,
that is yet to be written
Those words of
those softly lovely
those gushings of
that adulate you,
wreak worship of
your crystal-frail humanity;
the kind of literary art that
beyond the love we bear together-
if such a thing
what could be far greater
than the boundless bounds
Burning The Bridges To My PastMy eyes trail over the wordsMore Like This
Line by line
Letter by letter
I remember the days and nights these were written
The emotions and battles that gave birth to the emotions which in turn gave birth to the writings
And for an instant I am back in the place I never wish to be in again
"You don't have to do this" Her words echo in my ears softly, kindly
I snort with a bitter resignation as the paper ever so slowly slips from my hands
That instant of time when it was still in my reach
When I could stop this
The rest of my life balanced on a knife's edge
It takes all of my strength and then some to let go
"of course I don't have to" I say softly and sadly
The paper drifts downwards towards the ruddy orange light
And as the fire pit slowly licks its way across the blackening lines
I shut the page on that part of my life
Take Her hand in mine
And stare with trepidation towards a future that can be shaped not by the past being burnt at my feet
But by the choices I make for Her sake
Lost To This WorldHe was lost to this worldMore Like This
Walking through it but, never really there
He was lost to this world
All he ever wanted was stolen from his hand
Born to this life on the wrong side of the tracks
He grew up fast and mean
Because his father died on the streets
And his mother drank herself between the sheets
He was all he ever had
No one else ever really, gave a damn
And so he grew up fast and he, grew up mean
Lost to the world he stood at seventeen
Highschool dropout and a father-to-be
A scared little boy having to be a man and not yet eighteen
His girl died trying to give him his child
And so he ran until his tears started drying
He man his money from the sweat off of his brow
And scraped on by the skin of his teeth
'cause when you grow up fast
And you grow up mean
There just ain't many options for a boy of seventeen
All alone he made his way to the wilds
Away from people and pains undeniable
He lay down there underneath the stars
And asked God to take away his heart
They found him there a fe
In Protest On The Behalf Of PoetryI stand here not as an idle doodler, nor an active muserMore Like This
But simply as an artist
I am incapable of the visual creation
But with my words I am able to create great verandas
And so this poem
And hopefully breed
For we who create our pictures through our words as slowly falling by the wayside
To those who paint their canvas with a lens or pen
I merely write this to make a stand
And remind both this website and the world
That there are those who create with their words
And not their eyes
Cut Out Smile (The Fox's Den)When dream catchers can't stop the nightmareMore Like This
And brushes can't prevent knots in your hair
The mirror reflects pain in your eyes
But people still ask why you're so shy
When you can muster a single reply
All you say is that everyone falls inside
Don't go to the knife, go straight to the pen
Listen to the noises in the fox's den
Remember I'm here, here for you
Even when the trouble seems to be through
I'll be by your side until you decide
You don't need me to stay behind
Every day at school, your mascara runs
Everyday at home it's assumed you're having fun
No one wonders why you don't bring friends home
In the back of their minds, they subconsciously know
That no matter where it is, wherever you go
The smile on your face is a plastered show
Not afraid to feel guilt, guilty with pain
Even when the thought of love seems faint
Not ashamed to admit that you feel fake
Nothing you're scared to lose at stake
Hoping nothing inside you is going to brake
Even when life is too much to take