Too much-Too little

I give so much of my heart just to be met with scarlet dripping daggers

I give as much honesty as I do trust just to be caressed by poison drizzled tongues

I dont want to give anymore

I want to float away with the clouds in a peaceful surrender

I give so much of my material things just to be squandered and then abandoned

I give so much of my happiness only to be left when my misfortune turns to burden

I dont want to give anymore

I want to plant myself in an orchid field in a tranquil abdication

I give to much of my soul just to be met with obscurity

I give and give little pieces of me just to be consumed and purged

I dont want to give anymore

I want to grow as tall as the forest in indignation and radiate beyond those whove shattered me

Fickle Emotions

Emotions are fickle

So fickle that in the mornings when the clouds are looming you illuminate a path as you walk

Yet in the afternoon when the sky is smiling you create a shadow of misery as your feet drag

Emotions can be fickle

So fickle that on the days where the highs are abnormally euphoric

The lows are even more desolate and filled with a pensive sorrow

Emotions can be fickle

So fickle that it creates a lost sense of reality so devastating that you let the cold kiss of numbness spread through your veins

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Rain Soaked Woe

The sun is rising as the light drizzle awakens the flowers

Nose filled with the fresh scent of dew

Feet skipping along to the pitter patter allowing the water to shower me

Ears lavished with tunes of the birds whom didn’t mind the rain

Tips of my fingers Touched droplets on metal fences producing something new

I was high on honey soaked lies a chill fog giving life to a slight wind that sweetly nipped my skin

My head high I felt untarnished with no weary load

Midway through the day the sun is boiling the rocks

My dismal tears hit the concrete and sizzle while I hold myself trembling

The heat creating piddling beads of sweat on my face while I anxiously waited

For a moment it all went blank as I stood to my feet wandering somewhere unsung

I couldn’t feel

creeping behind me was a penumbra so heart wrenching I was frozen in melancholy

It’s the end of the day Rain is pouring while the world floods

I walk to who the hell knows where loosing myself in the tear soaked earth

My body frigid I kept myself unaware I was hysterical

A different type of adrenaline running through my veins

The sky coated me in agony and resentment a mass that dragged my feet while I walked

I looked to the clouds and took a long patient breath

sending it somewhere behind the dam

I no longer remember the last time I granted myself permission to feel so feeble

My First Happy Poem

I have never written a happy poem

I hate the the way they’re filled with cliche

I’m the kind of poet that uses my sad soul to write beautiful scribbles of darkness

But I don’t want to forget that happiness brings a gentleness that amazes

I don’t want to forget the way the rays of sun prick my skin softly on a good day

I want to be a person who looks at happiness and praises

I don’t know how to go about this

As far as life goes this is also not my area of expertise

I’m the kind of poet that avoids bliss and happy endings

But I don’t want to forget how I feel free on euphoric days

I don’t want to forget the way the wind chills my skin and sets me ablaze

I have a mind filled with doubt

I don’t know if I’m doing this right

I’m the kind of poet that second guesses every word and never finishes

But I don’t want to forget that I too know what happiness is

I don’t want to forget the way that I feel accomplished when I endorse what’s truly valuable

I don’t know if it was a happy poem per say

I did what I could, but perhaps that’s just what I’m choosing to believe

I’m the kind of poet that doesn’t need recognition

But I don’t want to forget that I am more than just some sad ball of sorrow

I don’t want to forget the way a compliment from a stranger makes me cheese from ear to ear

Almost Explainable

I keep trying to channel some emotion to scribble onto this page

To create something beautiful

To let the ugly words and tears flood and bloom into something meaningful

But the thing about pain is you can paint a pretty picture but its still just that

Pain

I keep trying to find it in me to let some kind of lesson to wash over me

To be enlightened by the trickles of water that caress my body

To cultivate my garden and revive my sense of being

But the thing about lessons are you can saturate yourself in false beliefs yet the thing that still lingers..

Is pain

Like a rain forest filled with intertwining roots of orchids and trees

Pain is intricate

Like the susceptible buds sprouting on a pencil thin stem

Pain is delicate

Like the fragrance of this beautiful flower that only blooms when it pleases

Pain is unforgivingly intoxicating

I keep trying to write about the way I used to make myself bleed when I didn’t feel whole

To compose something dark something that really shows my agony

To let every unsaid word drip down my fingers and become something real, raw

But the truth is I can’t even genuinely grasp the despair that lives inside of me

It creates a new kind of pain

I keep finding ways to seemingly diminish the reality of it all

To hinder the fact it is not alurring

To twist the ugliness into something admirable

And the truth is even in nature it can be so dazzling it will blind you

It’s the reason pain is deadly

It can show a magnificent blue hue with freckled orbs of black

Pain will bewitch you

Yet send a poisonous dart through the tips of your fingers

Pain will deceive you

It can come in a package so small it needn’t cower

Pain is unforseen

A dastardly foe this frog can kill just from a single touch

Pain is impetuous

I can keep creating metaphors

Keep using things that thrive in the rain forest as a way to characterize it

But even if it wrap it in a lovely little box it still has the intent to abuse

Pain is almost explainable yet it is so twisted and warped it deteriorates into something uniquely unknown

A poem for you

I watched the one person that was never supposed to hurt me

Choose everything but me

Over and over and over again

And it broke me.

A stolen childhood

And twisted memories

I watched as the devil wrapped his arms around you

The alcohol consumed your mind

And when it did

Somewhere in your twisted brain

You thought it was okay

To wrap your hands around her

And whisper broken words

Into her ear

And we cried helpless

Every single time

Broken glass

And hidden lies

The neighbors could never know

I watched as the devil kissed your cheek

The drugs ran through your lungs

Sending a chill through your mind

Was the high worth it?

The sweet relief

Was it?

Losing everything

Over and over again

Re-living the same nightmare

Cause we just didn’t want to believe

That it wasnt us

It was always you

You fucked me up mentally

And the clock cant be turned back

But maybe one day youll see

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Its like Im talking to myself, no Im fucking screaming

But the only thing that ever answers is the loud echo that silence can create

Like a ripple it starts small and increases

Thoughts begin to pool and bubble slowly waiting for the perfect time to rise

A silence so loud its deafening the pool is overflowing

The ripples keep getting bigger it wont slow down and my sheer voice cant keep up any longer

I let the silence engulf me and fade into a soft echo