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Never Gonna Be Father of the YearNever gonna be father of the year
I try desperately to remember so semblance of home
Where love and acceptance should cover me
But it is all spoiled by my father's rage permeating though
He knows how to hurt us best
Another aptly chosen insult causes the darkness inside of me to twist
His white hot temper hits me like a blow to gut
I learned long ago not to answer his anger with my own
But still the white hot rage within me swells to the surface
I feel it harden my gaze as a I lock eyes with him
Almost unnoticed a voice in the back of my mind screams at me to back down
I listen averting my eyes and digging my nails into my palms causing crescent moons to form on the heels of my palms
As I swallow back swirling mass of shadows that are my rage
His voice has risen as I was focused on my internal battle
Ignoring him when he's like this will never work
He can tell when I try to retreat in my head willing myself somewhere..anywhere else
So I do what I always do I stand there and take it
THESE BOUND WINGSTHESE BOUND WINGS
These fragile wings are bound by such heavy chains
Desire burns and resounds deep within me
I stare at the clear night sky
Yearning to finally take flight
I'm no angel
What right does a sneak thief have to this blessing
Borrowed wings from one of pure soul and conviction
She fell for my sake
Her final will was to pass this gift to me
As the sun sets over the frozen landscape
The links of the despicable chains
Made of my own fear and self deprecation
For once the loosen and fall away
I will honor those who lift me up
As I reach the stars of Heaven themselves
THE FALLTHE FALL
Through half slited waking eyes
I see him
A shadow of rage no longer a man
A smash resounds as he throws the nearest object
No words are spoken as the fist fist falls
I do as I always do
I go away in my mind
My own world
Snow covered and black and white
I am the only one here
I curl up and cry
Because I refuse to give him the satisfaction
Of crying in the real world
Maybe that's how my infatuation with fantasy started
I still go there sometimes
Its quiet and still
It calms my soul
The physical abuse has stopped
But I think the emotional torture may be worse
This is story of my fall
The White Rabbit A white rabbThe White Rabbit
A white rabbit lies within us all
A fantastical deciet we cling to
It is our dreams personified
Downward through the hole
Falll deeper now, Child
You are home
Greated by potions
Smelling faintly of unidetifiable herbs
A faint voice of aprehension cries
But the note on the bottle urges
As it passes your lips you fall again
Let it hold you
The doubting voice echoes
"Now you see..Sleep is the Enemy!"
I Am Become...Who?I Am Become...Who?
"I am become Death, destoryer of worlds,"
said Oppenheimer when he saw the first atomic bomb test
I....I have become the destoyer of all ties I have left
I have been consumed by this Krutch I cling to so fervently
My drug...it rushes into my brain
Swelling and multiplying
Everwhere it touches it alters the chemesty of my mind
Endorphines run rampant
Without it the dark depression would consume me
But slowly the dependance formed into its own shadow wihtin me
Every lie I let loose so artfuly
All the times I played the thief in the night
I lets ribbons of darkness that bind me to who I have become
Who am I without it?
The Music Finds it's Way InThe Music Finds it's Way In
The lyrics are a mystery
As a language I cannot understand fills my ears
But still the emotion gets through
No need for comprehension as a crooning voice
Let's me know that she is free from a failing relaionship
I feel the beats all the way down my spine
Like a morfine injction
Faltering and Failing
And music still finds its way in
Stronger now the music's much more furvent
The drum syncs with my pulse
Beating so hurridly
Back to the music that pulled me through in the past
A familiar voice lilting with her tell tale Italian accent
Her voice reaching hights that take me heart with it
SO LET THE MUSIC IN
Lord knows it has saved my life many times
Hearing someone sing so beautifully about the same horrors I feel in my own life
Knowing you are not alone it is a melencholly comfort
But comfort none the less
Even if I'm only finding help in anonymous serenades doesn't make the helping hands I grab so blindly for any less real
And know to any who read this that my
lost my voice.I wrote "I love you"
in the sand at the beach.
The tide swallowed the words
and drowned them
before I could speak.
HauntedI see her there with
Coal dust carved
Into the icy skin
Under her eyes,
And on her lips
Dance a chorus
Of bitter lies.
A skeletal hand of smoke
Claws at my neck
Until I bleed;
She tells me that the pain
Is just what I need.
And her blood
Zooms in her veins
Like speeding cars.
She looks at me
At what I am.
She’s a snake,
In the guise
Of a lamb.
‘What happened to us?’
Of what I used to be.
‘I may be you,
But you are not me.’
The sun comes up:
Yesterday is gone
But see it this way;
The past is part of the future
But the future isn’t the past.
You choose which bits go,
You choose which bits last.
How to love a poet: Expect them to be flawed,
a field of wild flowered-
& an inability
Love them anyway.
Know that when they look at you
they are noticing the little things.
I Saw a Burning ManIn front of my house, he sat.
Skin burnt off, now charred and black.
Hesitantly, I walked outside.
And he followed me with his watery eyes.
With steps as nimble as the snow,
I hid my fear and continued to go.
Now before him, the Burning Man.
I kindly offered him my shaky hand.
No malice nor vice leaked off of him,
rather sadness and agony which simmered below his skin.
I could feel it around me, the pain and despair,
yet, physically the man was nearly repaired.
For his scorched skin was not his problem,
instead the bottled emotions that devoured all of him.
“Would you like to come inside sir, and stay?”
In which he replied by looking away.
Again I asked, and received no reply,
and was startled when the man began to cry.
Unsure of what to do, I walked away,
Yet I’ll never forget what happened that day.
Be it from pain, or mute, or undisclosed desires,
I watched as the man was engulfed in fire.
I stood back in awe, with my mouth agape,
and feared that he had fallen into
Loving A Guy Who Cannot Love Himself.Firstly, tell him that he doesn't necessarily need to be the “strongest” man in the world,
that if he cries, you won't look down on him for it,
that you won't call him weak.
Tell him that he doesn't have to like sports, or fishing, or football, or any of the “mainstream” things that boys are “supposed” to like.
Let him know that liking art, or dancing, or singing or acting doesn't make him gay, doesn’t make him any less of a man, it just makes him who he is.
A human being.
And for goodness sakes, tell him that blue does not have to be his favorite color, than he can indulge in pink, or purple or even magenta!
And to the girl who take on the task, remember please, that it is not always the Knight who saves the Princess.
No, this time, the Princess may need to save the Knight.
Do not pour your problems onto him, rather, balance each other out.
Be a shoulder to cry on. A friend to be there. A love that never leaves.
Perhaps more than often,
And There Was Lighti.
He was seventeen when he died.
I never went to the funeral
but I walked past it the day of
the service. His mother
was in the backseat of a blue Dodge,
door open, head in her hands.
"My baby," she kept repeating.
"My baby." It would go from sobbing, to
screaming, to a soft whisper that
I could only hear being carried
on the wind.
It was a Wednesday afternoon that they found
his old red pickup truck parked
out front of Slim's, two beer bottles in
the back and the windows cracked to let the stale
I heard that his dad told the police he was
gonna take that old truck and fix it up, because
he had promised his son before—
because it's always in the before—
And in the after, his mother never had dry eyes
and I'm pretty sure my mom told me
that she saw his dad at the bar every night,
drinking his sorrows down because some people can't
handle the stress.
Some people can't figure out why their son would
"Some men just want to w
You Ever Felt ItHave you ever felt it?
When you lay there broken
And feel yourself so guilty
Eyes gushing red
And you want to sleep in a coma
Your brain swelling with thoughts
At the same time empty with nothing
When you can't suit yourself
And see yourself a place among the demons
that moment when you control your life
The moment when you choose between life and death
And then you yourself can decide either way
It's when you're on the edge
And want someone to pull you back before you make another step
A hook, to rip all the insanity out of your body
And suck all the madness that is growing black dead trees
Have you ever felt it, have you known depression
Did you ever seek a source of help, and did you ever find it
1:33 amto the angry young
hungry ocean eyes:
i do not wish to know
what crawled inside
your ribs to
i just wish you would
let it leave.
A Fire To Burn Back The CriesIt still astounds me
How no one hears the droning on
Of this Earth shattering cry
I am left prone
Folded over myself
From fear of the scream
Incessant within my own mind
Following it downward
I reluctantly scratch the surface
What remains of the wall
That tenuously holds back
The Pain of my loosely tethered soul
It brings shadows to haunt my vision
Color grows stale before these cold distant eyes
Music...the harsh melodies and fiery lyrics
Which once kept me grounded
Seem fade to white-noise
In the face of such a cacophony
What is left to help weakening legs to hold me up
Only a simple sleeping ember
Awaiting a spark to bring flame back to my heart
So each night I pray
That God send me an angel
That one soul that might meet mine half way
Somewhere between hope and disbelief
So who will bring me back from the edge?
When will you awaken me?
It seems about the right time
Since the alarm has been sounding for quite some time...
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