Breathe For Blindness

I'll stop My Breath,
As if Breathlessness,
could pay dues to My regrets,
Hold nothing over my head,
And free me from the grip of Debt.

Maybe taking a leap,
would allow me some sleep,
as if sleeping could save me,
from a world of low self esteem.

I'd blind myself with nails,
as if being blind could hide the ugly,
The Ugly people,
not physical,
but inside,
People act as if Self worth is a hate crime.

I would take my legs,
and give them to you,
because you just wouldn't fit comfortably within my shoes,
long enough to see,
That love will just have to Be.

And Lastly I'll rip out my heart,
and throw it away,
"It's better",
Or so they say.

Breathing isn't for me,
leaping just to see,
That blindness would bloom perfectly,
in a crippled boy who lacks two feet,
who gives his heart just to be free.

He died from defeat.



tell me what you think.

My Mind

Don't waste time,
Searching my mind,
You can't even fathom,
The things you might find.

You'd see things like,
Elephants acting out World War Two,
The Poor Old Lady cleaning her shoe,
You'd see purple alligators,
And giraffes of an off color blue.

You'd hear sounds never made,
The cricket parade,
The symphony of the deaf,
Let their pens be the music,
and silence the rest.

Sleep would be no option,
If Trotting through my mind,
Because there just wont be enough time,
to calculate all the things that you might find.

You'd see a broken room of mirrors,
we'll stay out of that one,
as for the hokie pokie clocks,
they make jokes... just for fun.

When you see Dr.Seuss' Sam I Am,
Tell him to leave,
hes not welcome in this land!

In my head,
there is no magic light bulb,
Only candles burning grey-ish purplie red.

Don't tell anyone of the things that you have seen,
we'll hold this little secret,
between you and me,
oh the millions of thoughts that i think,
that you could possibly see.




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I Miss You

If screaming "I-Miss-You"
could make you appear right in front of me,
Then you'd better believe,
that my lungs would be straining.

I want you to be a reoccurring dream,
Because the way you looked at me,
puts me in a state of well being.

If writing a poem could make you love me,
then leave me alone for five days,
I would write the rest of our lives.

Trust that i have the ideas in my head,
to write out our stories till the day that I'm dead,
But as you can see,
story books just aren't for me.

In any amount of thought that i can produce,
I'll write it all down,
Your mind I'll abuse.

I'll put your lips to use,
just not when you refuse,
because this is all the result of,
"I-Miss-You"



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