This is a small collection of some of my most popular poems.. other mentionable writes are:
Plead Your Case
She took up the needle
She took up the thread
To sew shut her own eyes
and avoid what she dread
The rythmic poke
and pull of the string
Hurt far less than
the pain truth would bring
What would she do if she
knew what she'd done?
How would she carry
the weight of her fun?
For a moment she thought
she would sew her own lips
So there would be no more
of her Freudian slips
Instead her laugh tinkled
as she tested her voice
Blindly she continued to
make the wrong choice
An idea dawned and
she sewed up her ears
She'd no longer be forced
to hear the sound
of their tears.
I am inspiration
I am imagination
I am wild and untamed
I am in a crowd, unnamed
I am what spills out of the sea
I am that strong oak tree
I am the whisper you thought you heard
I am ridiculous, absurd
I am that loud obnoxious cry
I am the never say goodbye
I am the last chord of a song
I am a shadow ever long
I am the roar of a passing jet
I am the love you can't forget
I am the blank page of a book
I am the sly evasive crook
I am that one puffy cloud
I am the thought you said out loud
I am the crack you have in your voice
I am both team's very last choice
I am the branch that taps your wall
I am a cute purse at the mall
I am what you forgot you wanted to say
I am the bad dream drifting away
I am the polish on your toe
I am the place you couldn't go
I am the car that cut you off
I am the window in the loft
I am the little girl next door
I am the creaking in the floor
I am a coat of fresh dried paint
I am the steadfast holy saint
I am the evil that keeps you awake
I am a moist piece of cake
I am the only one faster than you
I am the gossip you know isn't true
I am the steel of a smoking gun
I am the heat of the rising sun
I am none of these things at all
I am the reason that empires fall
I am all that you want to be
I am the you that is totally free.
Don't love me.
Don't give me your heart.
Don't make me the pulse of life.
Don't twist around me and make me feel.
Don't slide slipping into my sex appeal.
Don't stab and twist the knife.
Don't tear me apart.
Don't love me.
Don't need me.
Don't swallow me whole.
Don't shadow me day and night.
Don't make me the one reason you breathe.
Don't tell me if I die you can finally grieve.
Don't lay me down in twilight.
Don't bleed me your soul.
Don't need me.
It's human nature.
It's not what you planned.
It isn't okay. It isn't accepted.
You aren't at all
what they expected.
You're fierce and foreign
Not at all boring.
But are you safe?
They don't have the faith.
You're a passionate thinker
A dream cloud drinker.
The feeble will scare.
The brave hearted dare
To take a step forward
Without stepping back.
They won't automatically
think that you lack.
You'll never fit in
and you'll never follow.
Sometimes your life
will feel kinda hollow.
Let the sheep move along
while you sing your own song.
I promise it won't be long
'for you prove you were worth
every moment of birth.
With a gasp I am born
of darkness and death
Hunger to dine
on the living's last breath
Travel by moonlight,
sleep during the day
My madness to feed
on the dull and the gray
Disdain for the pulse
of life in mankind
Loving to leave
all mortality behind
Finding my dreams
in darkness' embrace
The warmth of the blood
and the death that I taste
In a coffin I rest
never do I expire
When the sun rises
it's there I retire
The moon shines instead
on my hunt every night
The blood that I spill
catches her light
The evil within
takes over, runs wild
Embracing the sin
as I dine on a child
Mercy no longer
a taint on my soul
I slay another
so that I am made whole.
Tie me up and
Burn me, blast me,
think you should?
Throw the torches,
set the blaze.
Go ahead, you've a
fire to raise!
Spit your ugly
in my face.
Stoke your anger,
Cover me in your
pain and shame.
Show me that it's
not a game.
Stoke it, feed it,
bring the fire.
Don't hold back, get
Burn me down,
lay on more wood.
Convince yourself I'm
gone for good.
When all that's left is
smoke and ash...
The Phoenix rises
Once upon a desolate night,
a woman looked at her boy in fright.
He had grown into a man,
and now he had a few demands.
He held his knife up to the fire,
far from ready to retire.
"You've made my life a living hell,
now you'll be burning there as well."
She let out a broken sob.
Why did she call him a slob?
Her mind went back through all his years
that she refused to heed his tears.
"Please have mercy on your old mum!
I didn't ever think you a bum."
He stood and walked to where she sat
while slowly taking off his hat.
She winced when gazing on his face.
She had made him a disgrace.
Did she really hurt him bad?
It was obvious she had.
"You don't know what mercy is!
You never taught me to forgive."
She cringed as he brought down the knife.
He was going to take her life!
"It's never too late to learn anew.
Put that down and I'll teach you!"
He threw his head back with a laugh.
She had not swayed him by half.
"Wench, you couldn't teach a dog!
Around my mind you've left a fog."
The knife flashed evil in the light.
She wept and shut her eyes so tight.
"Boy, can't you give one chance?
Look at me, just take a glance!
I am already old and broken.
Too weak and small
for all you've spoken."
She cringed as he let out a roar.
"What about me, you evil whore?
I was but a little tike
when you told me to take a hike!
Wanted me out so you could fuck
that horrible man who drove a truck!
Sent me off all on my own.
Said better be dark 'fore I came home.
Morning came and you weren't up,
on spoiled food was forced to sup.
I tried to wake you from the dead,
a frying pan came down on my head!
You see I've no hair on my crown?
In boiling water you tried to drown!
My face no maid will ever love,
because into the fire I once was shoved!
Now you want me to be nice?
You've had chances,
first, second, and thrice!"
With one swift stroke he cut her wide.
Ignored the pitiful tears she cried.
"The good Lord won't forgive this act!"
"The good Lord's gone and that's a fact!"
He slashed again and took her nose,
deftly side stepping her throes.
"Please don't kill me, I'll be good!"
"I'd consider it if you ever would!"
Blood flowed free as he opened her face.
Just like him she was a disgrace.
"The pain is so bad, I just can't bear!"
"Well then give me back all of my hair!"
He was merciless and wouldn't give in.
Across his face a satisfied grin.
When finally he couldn't recognize,
the bitch who'd raised him to terrorize.
He stopped just short of taking her life.
Slowly he put down the knife.
"The fire inside I cannot douse.
You'll continue to live in this old house.
Without forgiveness I'll be out there.
Don't you forget, don't even dare!
And if it so happens that you do,
I'll be back to remind you."
When he left, he felt no guilt.
She was only getting what she'd built.
The moral of my story is,
you guessed it,
don't hurt your kids.