Build me up, and tear me down
you think I don't hear your voice
yelling in my ear, echoing in my mind.
What will it take for you to stop your incessant nagging, yelling, and bitching.
Mother dear I've heard this speech before
time and time again
you remind me that I'm not the best that I could be,
not the best you want me to be.
I can't ever do anything right, can I?
I understand I've broken the mold that you have set for me,
and I have done it knowingly
for I am my own person
and no one,
not even the one that gave birth to me
can hold me back or change me.

It was filled with passion,
filled with desire.
No one heard your call,
so it burned with fire.

What was left was only
a dream of glass.
You buried it deep,
down deep in your past.

Forgotten was this,
fragile dream.
Where upon your heart,
it awoke to beam.

It was filled with passion,
filled with desire.
You heard its call and
it lit like a fire.

As delicate this
dream may be.
You know it’s a passion
you can see.

Once this dream is
taken with love.
It will shine like
the sun above.

Fear may take you
for a fool.
Dishearten spirit
with distraction.

Make it appear
as if it’s cool.
But dreams are not
born with inaction.

Fill you dream with passion,
fill it with the will to inspire.
We can hear your call,
strengthen it with your loves inner-fire…

the cylinder that encompasses me
is either clear or black.
i prefer the clear to black,
but always, the black attacks.
hugging me tightly and always
trying to convince me it is my friend.
but, it is not
but it has got
me in its' clutches and ever
taunting me that i am alone.
it convinces me once again
and then presents itself as clear
and i shiver and shed a tear.
it is clear and bright but.......alas' the black did not lie. i see that i still am alone
and clothes-less and everyone sees
but i see no one....not even me.

I am an empty suit of armor
Taking up the empty halls
In an empty fortress.
Echoes bounce off of these walls -
No tapestries to muffle them.
They bound around the helmet of
Where my brain once was
And they slide down...
Down into my chest plate
Where they will forever ricochet
Where my heart once beat.

My ever beating heart is mending, and my soul is itself

I lived in populous, sadness, and hostility

Muffled screams would come from the other side of my bedroom door.

I thought to myself, “No one deserves this”

And the wind spoke in only a voice only I could hear

“Run to the hills where your soul cannot be distorted and your heart cannot be broken”

So, I did

I live amongst the forgotten now

I have time to live, and think

I am happy

I sit here... watching myself die

“ohh... this won’t hurt” I tell myself

Ouch

The smoke surrounds my head, surrounding me in a haze of uncertanties

I no longer know the bounds of reality

I say to myself, “nothing could hurt worse than the way I feel”

But I’ve felt worse

I lose myself, hours at a time. Forgetting the things that matter

This isn’t me, it is merely what I look like

I am trapped beneath it all.

I have lost for another four hours.

I’m sorry I can’t face you

I really wish I could.

If it wasn’t for the shivers that run up my spine I would speak more than a feeble “hello”

It’s nothing personal

I think of you, the way you were, when you were mine

When you brought me up on my worst days

When you uncovered the dirt that surrounded my face

and lent your hand for me to hold

You taught me things, I wouldn’t have learned on my own

I miss you dear, terribly so. It’s not my place to say

You have your journey, and our journey ended.

It’s nothing personal.

i see a scene of beauty reflected in little eyes
a beauty so blue and brand new that i cry.
my great grand baby of three months of age
is a wonder of great joy and loved three fold.
one fold is my child, two fold is my child's child
and three fold is my child's child's child.
it is a love undisputed and unfathomable to me
i bask in the sunshine of it, the warmth of it
and the pure, all encompassing blanket of
joy and more joy yet to be. i am helpless.
she is Amya Analese....my pride, my joy

u know how a flash of something
or a random thot darts thru the
recesses of ur brain and u think
gee i wish i had a pen and paper
to scrawl down ur intermitten
ideas?

you also see glimpses while driving
down a country road and see an old swing
or an old dilapidated red barn and u visualize
what it was like in it's newness and
what a nice poem that would make.

you can hear a phrase or a line in a song,
or run your hose, or see a person and
think so many thots about any little
old thing and ur mind sprouts in every
direction at every angle and u cannot wait
to pen it and remember forgotten thots.

these are the ramblings of a real artist, writer, poet. that is how u know.....

(Think metal/metal core/screamo)

Angry tears fall like cyanide burning my cheeks,
acid in my stomach that feels like fire
threatening to find its way to the surface.

You disgust me. Thoroughly make me sick with how angry I am.
How could you do this to them,
how could you do this to me?

Betrayed,
everyone feels it every now and then
but this, this is SICK.
Perverse in every way possible.

You disgust me. Thoroughly make me sick with how angry I am.
How could you do this to them,
how could you do this to me?
((To them, to me.... to them, to me.))

We let you into our lives
took you in
loved you
you were one of us...
How could you (how could you)
How could you (HOW COULD YOU)
do this to us? (TO US?)

I've felt mistrust before
but never has it
broken me, hurt me
scarred me
TO THE CORE.

You disgust me. Thoroughly make me sick with how angry I am.
How could you do this to them,
how could you do this to me?
((To them, to me.... to them, to me.))

Take your sad excuses
and walk out here and NOW.
Don't look back at me
with that sad, fake frown.

How could you do this to us?
((HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO US!))