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

Backstory Coming Soon... 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 Pai

Backstory Coming Soon.... My gut has been telling me I'm sick Sick of these thoughts that nag at my spirit, without quit Hawk and spit on...

"Mornings, or Mournings...?" - Steven O. Lynn Backstory To Be Told.... This is a poem for the days I awake from my bed, mourning...it's morning and the snooze button has been played over my alarm's warning, because waking up today doesn't feel all that rewarding This is a poem for when all the lights in my room are off, and the darkness reflects how I feel most often I offer my apology in advance, for I don't like complaining to strangers and friends, I'd much rather just k

"One can never consent to creep when one feels an impulse to soar." - Helen Keller Backstory Coming Soon.... "Why you wanna fly, blackbird? You ain't never gonna fly No place big enough for holding All the tears you gone cry 'Cause your momma's name is lonely And your daddy's name's pain And they call you little sorrow 'Cause you'll never love again Why you wanna fly, blackbird? You ain't never gonna fly You ain't got no one to hold you You ain't got no one to care If you'd

Tell Me Where’s A Survivor, Black Survivor I'm Looking for The Survivors, The Black Survivors Oh, I Found A Survivor Yes, A Black Survivor

Looking down my history of friends most of their company was misery Not they fault, they was attracted to my energy Apples Apples, ...

Life is like a bike, on the rough streets of trouble Pedal rotating in confidence, guided by the sailing wheels of courage...