It means my words

Are building up

Inside me

My world

Crashing down

Around me

And I don't have the time

To run it through my mind

And out my fingertips

When I'm not writing

I'm not speaking

I'm not sharing

I'm not sharing

Because I'm misbehaving

(More than usual)

I'm not speaking

Because my words

Are backed up

Waiting for the dam to break

Hating the damn breakage

Loving the release

When my words cease

My mind spins

My body follows

I wake-up hollow

I don't cry for help

I cease to exist

Until someone says

Where did you go

And I finally decide

To answer

recently,

i've been climbing mountains

& picking stars out of the sky

.

(like a giant)

i could blow them out like

birthday candles, if i tried,

then - - -

today i curl

into

a ball

(like an infant)

&

toss myself

back

into the sky.

i just hope i know how to climb back

out again

The taste of salt upon my lips

Leaves me sitting here to drown

So I dont waste or let one drip

Find its comfort on the ground

Each crest will find it's way to form

As thoughts within my mind

Shape breast and body in my arms

Of each and every kind

But only waves that catch my eye

Will make it to the shore

Enslaving time that passes by

That I was begging for

While seagulls up above my head

Catch every ocean breeze

They seem to float in place instead

Of flying out to sea

And everytime the water breaks

I take just one more sip

To not forget the sweetest taste

Of the ocean on her lips ...

Terry

WWW.WhiteLionPoetry.com

When confronted,

your weak defense:

“She’s pretty, but she‘s not you.”

But, apparently… in dim light

and with squinted eyes,

she’ll do

Ice cream pairs well

with self-loathing

Sea salt

like tears

Complements and contrasts

the comfort

of chocolate

It's cold outside

The chill has sealed the breeze in jars screwed tight

To the shadows the silhouettes doth abide

The lone palm tree is still on this night

And somewhere far away where wishes hide

Are the screaming ghosts of Christmas lights

It's cold outside

The devil chokes on heaven's sighs

he hates the joyful echos, cries of Christmas tide

And loves kids who cry on Santa's thighs

Somewhere far off where mangers reside

Are baby saviours on Godly highs

It's cold outside

Long lay the world in sin and error pinning

Then comes the wise men with gifts beside

So led by light of a star sweetly gleaming

And somewhere far away did God decide

Forever will there be nights spent caroling.

What is there to say about it really?

Broken homes and pregnant teens

Mothers working , father's drinking, the regular scenes

Young boys acting like wannabe thugs

Drug addicts ravaging the streets like wild dogs

We cursed at each other and fought for free water

Right by the same building they built for prayer

Dirt roads and rundown houses

Dark alleys, prostitutes in stolen blouses

There were nights I was woken by the screams

Of the terrified little kids

Fathered by my neighbour who beat his wife

Once, almost messed her up with a knife

Nobody ever came, everyone too busy with his own life

And always above it all,

The roar of airplanes flying low over our roofs,

ready to touch down in the airport not so close by

The screech of the metal train tracks, hovering above the streets like a hill,

Right where the sun set

The scream of the horn as the train approached fast

With more people on it than in it

not many people with a dime around here

I never figured how they even got up there

But then the occasional laughter

And friendly bargains over the counter

Even though everything sucks

New Year gets everyone smiling at the fireworks

Doors open at midnight over several blocks

Celebrations usually start down at the docks

And mothers pray for their daughters

sons protect their sisters

& neighbours still look out for each other

For whatever reason they do it, it doesn't matter

In a way, we have all always been quite in this together.

So,

What's there to say really?

Not much

Except maybe I would have picked a better hometown

Still, I wouldn't change how things really went down.

easy

he said

if you ever went missing

you'd be at the bar

down the street

I wanted to ask him

what would be my drink

a salty margarita

on the rocks

like my life

and when they ask for change

I'll say

no thank you

I don't like to live that way

Don't make choices you'll regret.

Make sure you've saved money.

Don't act all high and mighty over minors just because you can legally go to jail now.

Remember, don't do stupid crap, because if you get caught, you'll have actual consequences.

Don't get too caught up in life; remember to breathe, and appreciate the little things. it'll do wonders for you mental health.

Take my advice with a grain of salt- I'm not even eighteen myself.