Words hurt way more

than sticks and stones.

If you don’t look a gift horse in the mouth,

what if you miss the poisonous snake

hiding in there

waiting to snap at you

in the dead of night?

It’s far better

to have never loved at all

than to have reached the mountaintop,

seen the beauty of love and heaven,

and then to have lost it all in an instant,

to have fallen, broken and crippled,

living a life wishing it could have lasted,

with nothing but memories of glimpses,

daydreams of a more livable past.

And what good does it do

to teach someone to fish

if they die of starvation

before they get the chance to try?

The rain keeps falling in my world,

Though for everyone else, the day is bright and sunny.

I put on a smile, throw out a laugh;

No one the wiser about the pain behind my hazy eyes.

It builds and builds and builds

Until the dam breaks;

Rain falls and drips silently to the floor

Without a cloud in the sky.

They evaporate under the sun,

Unnoticed.

Who cares about a few drops of rain?

It seems like there is no end to the rainy days ahead,

But still I hope

For a shred of daylight

To pierce through the clouds

And wash away the tears left behind.

the rain makes of a heavy storm outside,

it invites your presence,

and I greedily search for your warmth.

it's like my way of life,

to find home in the arms of anyone by mine.

how deep it hurts,

the haze in your eyes.

you look far in the distance,

to meet contact with a pair that aren't mine.

was the rain always this loud?

I need it to drown out the sound.

Your laughter combined with hers,

it makes my head heart.

Was the rain outside?

or was it never real?

made to help my pain subside,

and mask the high-pitched shattering of my shriveled up heart.

Speechless mouthful,

choking by the spoonful,

regurgitating

hateful,

swallow down the shrapnel.

Speak and feel how painful,

silence insufferable.

I was driving home with my windows down and the radio blasting. It had been two weeks since you ditched me for the more popular group of girls. We grew up together, you were my best friend. I guess you weren't as attached to me as I was to you. Instead of sticking by me, when you saw an opportunity to join them you took it. It leaves me wondering if you hesitated at all or feel any remorse. I cried a lot that first week but slowly that sadness and hurt dissipated, leaving only a numb acceptance.

I had just been driving back from the beach when our song came on. The one that we always sang together as loud as humanly possible. I almost pressed the button to skip it but hearing it made me remember all of the good times. It was then I realized, what good would it do to pretend we had never been friends? Why should I get rid of things that made me laugh or be happy simply because you are in those memories? It wouldn't help me to hold on to anger or resentment about our lost friendship.

On this drive I finally found myself moving on. You were there during my hard times when I was young. I know if you come back I would forgive you but I've decided I won't forget. If you want my trust back you'll have to earn it. You were a part of my past for better and worse.

I'll miss who you were and see who you are now, but never once will I pretend that we barely knew each other. People can learn from their pasts and their mistakes. So I choose to learn from you and what you did to me.

I am followed by a host of memories,

Memories of you; like spirited breeze

On my skin: a rousing tease.

I was deeply alone when I met you.

Never thought I'd meet someone and yet you

Changed my life so I can never forget you.

Yes, I want to turn around, back again,

Bring you along so we can remain

Together and forever heal all pain.

As the flames rise to the sky

Cinders fall before my eyes

I sit in a stance of stone

It is only I, alone

The words flow freely from the pen

To tell the tale of what might have been

Words of anguish and genuine fear

Of the destruction, that is near.

God is a flamethrower

I am his match

glistening with the sticky

leftovers of the melted

burn of all our liberties

out of control

the bright orange flame

of ignorance still burns

the same flame we as kids

warmed our hands to

banging the same drum

as everyone else until

that year when followers

drank the Koolaid because

sheep do what they‘re told

because sheep don’t move

when their necks are being

slit open

Here I am

Watching the world burn

Wishing you were here

Holding me hand

Wistfulness