I’ll Never See The Me You See
I’ll never see the me you see
Beauty and grace
Simple words that leave me with a bitter taste
Fractured and flawed
Devastatingly depraved from the world around me
But you stay
Unafraid of my dangerous mind
The poison that leaks through the cracks that I hide
Cover the holes
The scars
And bruises
Stuck in a state of limbo
And still you wait
Never wavering from your post
Guarding and protecting this lifeless ghost
The grains of sand that fall
Quicksand to my heart
Slowly wasting breaths
Unapologetically insane
This disease killing the cure
Running from the masses
Hysteria heightened with each will to live
Cutting down my progress
Slowly
I sink back into my hole
Solitude excluded
as they poke and prod
Manifesting fears that were never there
This constant state of despair
And still you wait
Garland and Columbia
Dreams are crushed when
days begin and end with a
darkness set ablaze by dysfunction
The curtains and door hid
the hoards of filth and the
rodent-infested train wreck
that was 333
A byproduct of three
unwavering generations
Innocent little minds
blind to the darkened
state of chaos
were forced to create
beautiful memories
in the simple things
Sanctuary was found
behind the glass doors
where there was a
forrest in the middle a city
Days were spent in
a play-pretend world
exploring a magical forrest
where there were forty foot
bamboo plants all around
Peace was found in knowing
that there was a world outside of
333
Garland
And Columbia
Peace was found in knowing that
your play-pretend world
was your one way out
Play-Doh Heart
This heart of mine
stretches and bends
to fit any mold
It changes its
shape and color
to meet the needs of
each soul it comes across
This play-doh heart of mine
has been left out to dry
It's cracking and crumbling
Falling apart piece by piece
Unlike the brightly colored doh,
my play-doh heart can't be
softened and restored with water
It requires something stronger,
tonight I'll submerge it in
a bottle of Jameson
in hopes of restoring it,
if only for a moment
This play-doh heart of mine
stretches and bends to meet
everyone's needs but mine
Only given...
Her face is a poem,
stops men in their tracks.
But her piece of art,
is defined by its cracks.
She worries and races,
throughout her whole day.
No one stops to think,
about the price she must pay.
While others want from her,
to her family she gives.
Her freedom must die,
so their hope may yet live.
Then one day she meets him,
recognizes his power.
He begs for her trust,
and bears Bleeding Heart flowers.
Her eyes tell him the story,
of the way she must go.
He respects her decision,
about their love yet to grow.
Her heart is a puzzle,
and by her mind it's driven,
It can never be taken,
it can only be given.
My Accomplice
These walls were once pure
and white as snow
But frankly,
that was a lifetime ago
I stole their innocence
in the darkest hours of the night
I forced myself upon them
and stained them
to match the color of my heart
Like a sponge,
they absorb everything
They're cracking and crumbling
under the weight of keeping
all my secrets safe