"Wipe away the tears, you are safe in my arms If you need a hand, I'll be there when you call If the ground caves in on you, I'll grab you before you fall through If you need a prayer, I'll pray with you"

Though I won by the mental, I gain loss by the heart Masculinity erased in favor of being a spook in the house Doused my anger with a bucket of nods and agreeance Taking shelter in the retreat over a worthy soldier's death Coward...the powerlessness makes my insides cruel to one another The pedestal of a bigger man, make me feel minute in comparison Heresy, to hold these emotions and pour nothing but silence Allowing myself punctuations to skew into my side With a side of my

How do I tell, if my life is a story or a joke They both start off the same yet their endings differ This question wakes me from slumbers with hope Simultaneously the sedative that drives me to slumber bitter Born from the fall to be tossed into winter's cold Spring and summer cascades to two fates aligned by stars The happening of serenity protects me with this child I hold It is a light called worthy, once let go I am returned to my place in the dark Stories in visual I pla

I Love You. I Love You, I need you, I hold no one above you because no one can do you like you do Stay true, as the winter breeze be cool, even in the summer's heat keep cool Decide for yourself, be alive with your wealth, take the time to build yourself And don't ask yes you a handsome devil recognize you fly as hell

So many cautions, too many variables, the constant what-ifs & repetition of parables Of heartbreak, those fixations on what may come about make enjoying you unbearable Indulgent of consequence, obsessed with curving interactions by a will motivated by over-worrying Nothing is ever certain; I've seen that a plenty as they call curtains on relationships & friendships that left me hurting Irking, searching for the next one lurking to see me feel much less safe Next to you I lay,

Drowning with the best of petals of many trees which rose to blossom in the spring, not a sign or presence of the former erected ever seem to be-

Free At Last, Here is my authentication of raw sentence Words are gold riches when life gives grimace, and the sight of light gets dimmest Dreams yearn for something mystic like I don't believe in repentance 'cause I disagree with your religion Flocks of pigeons I stand, lone raven looking to make his haven It's by nature I fall to cravings of betraying what's worth saving Some would call sacred 'cause I didn't create it, didn't pay... Why should I care, right? What gives me

There is no shame in simply walking away from a person or situation that is triggering you and you don't have the bandwidth to dodge,...

Appealing it is to pick at myself Like my scabs and loose skin, I enjoy making the scars last Pretty is the look of shattered glass synonymous with twinkling stars in the sky Each point portraying the nothingness between them A gorgeous puzzle; never put together I love the weight of feathers fallen to the ground like time Dead souvenirs to hold onto in order to remember that they had a past, a home Alive in my mind, decaying in the hands they lay Pain is necessary for beauti