Always There

There are no words for all you’ve done for me.
No amount of gratitude will ever match your kindness.
In all my times of need you never wavered.
My struggles were burdens you willingly shouldered.
You carried the weight and never once complained.
I have always lived in doubt; in fear of what’s to come.
But no matter how bleak my life seemed,
You challenged me to strive, to overcome myself.
It is far from over; the battles in my mind may never cease.
There are moments when the darkness breaks me.
Times I stare into the void and feel the pain of silence,
Moments I hide under my blanket and wish myself away.
When my world crumbles alongside me, when I truly feel alone,
You always come to save me, to reassure me I'm alright.
You are the hallway light left on throughout the night;
The light streaking through the cracks in my door.
The boogeyman no longer serves to frighten me.
I hide from monsters of my own creation.
They masquerade as thoughts inside my mind,
Pretend to be desires, hopes and dreams,
Then force me to look into the mirror.
They break me down; make my reality seem worthless.
At times I feel lost, caught in the torrent of my brain.
But no matter how many times I fall apart,
Or how much I grow to hate myself.
I know you’ll be there to pick up the pieces.
I’m aware it's selfish of me to always lean on you,
To get so much and have nothing to give back.
Know that I will never forget the love you’ve given me.
There's no certainty in what the future holds,
No way of knowing where, or who, I may be then.
But I can tell you this with absolute certainty.
No matter how far the distance between us grows,
Or how trivial or serious a situation it might be,
Even if by then, you'd long since given on me.
As you have always done for me,
Should you call, I promise I will answer.


She breaks her heel in the crack of the sidewalk,
Cursing God’s name as she stumbles.
Her smeared lipstick draws the eyes’ of strangers.
Their jeers echo as she pulls herself together.
She casts her shoes into an alley without hesitation.
The night is young, and they'd only slow her down.
Two drunken men call her over to their car.
A familiar stench creeps into her nostrils.
Impotence leaves one man to simply watch, 
She charges double for the show.
Her hand remains inside her clutch;
The small blade remains her only comfort.
They drop her near the alley feeling satisfied.
She fakes a smile as it starts to rain.
The other girls begin withdrawing.
Hands raised, she embraces the frigid liquid.
Shivering as the night sky washes over her.
A man in a suit asks her about her shoes.
She hands him money and tells him not to worry.
He tells her she needs to look professional, 
She reaches for the money and feels his hand around her wrist.
He locks eyes with her, trying to intimidate her.
She meets his gaze with unwavering resolve.
The feel of carpet soothes her tattered feet.
Clutter fills the small apartment she calls home.
She puts a pot of coffee on and scrambles eggs.
Her shift at the diner starts soon.
She walks into her bedroom and lies down.
She smiles as the sheets begin to rustle.
“Mommy, is breakfast ready yet?”

Wishing Well

Unbeknownst to you, I slowly suffered.
A lifetime of solitude, a heart forgotten,
Silence left to take the place of dreams.
Abandoned by hope, afraid of my desires,
Left to see the world through closed eyes.
Apathetic and cold, a mannequin on display,
Surrounded by others, yet always alone.
My sense of purpose slipping out of reach,
Afraid to look at my own reflection.
I cast my soul into a wishing well, 
Sunk into its depths, embraced by fluid darkness,
The sky above grew smaller and more faint.
Yet still, I saw the shimmer of stars,
The void below unable to consume them.
These specks of light reached out to me,
Begged for me to take their hand.
There was no water at the bottom,
Only an that emptiness surrounded me.
But I could still see the lights above,
Flickers of hope I desperately clung to.
I felt eternity pass inside my mind,
All sense of reason devoured by time.
Trapped inside the well, I faced despair,
Fought against the world I had created.
Broken down as the light began to fade,
I felt a change inside of me, a yearning.
Arms raised, I begged the light to take my hand,
Wished to be pulled wholly from the darkness,
To let go of the shackles that bound me.
There is something more for me in life,
Someone willing to help shoulder my burdens.
Frantic, I struggled towards the opening,
Terrified of the waning crescent above.
The sliver vanished behind a veil of darkness,
My light severed before I reached it.
The stone beneath my hands forgotten,
My cries echoed throughout the well.
Silence crept up from the dark pit below,
And one last time, I begged to be saved.
Warmth enveloped my hand, you came for me,
The moon to illuminate the night.

Torn Apart

And what was whole was torn apart,
To lead us to a brand new start,
We made mistakes, we played the field,
But I'm you sword, and you my shield,
No amount of loveless sex,
Compares to ours and what comes next,
For ours is true, this bond we share,
The right to love is ours to bear,
Forget the ones that question us,
Our families, friends, and those we trust,
It sounds cliche, but they don't know,
And if they do, they'll hate us more,
What is lost, is often found,
A destiny to which we're bound,
My heart is yours, you have control,
To lose you now would crush my soul,
I trust in you, and you in me,
The past is done, but we're still free,
The jealousy I often felt,
I lost that game, but new hands were dealt,
I don't know how, but it's all gone,
My trust has never been so strong,
The boys you had, they hold no meaning,
And it's this fact that stopped the bleeding,
They often say you come back stronger,
And now I know you'll never wander,
Because you know that I'm the one,
I beat the others, yes I've won,
An autumn moon is what you are,
More beautiful than any star,
But I'm the one who makes you glow,
No other boy can, and this we know,
For I'm the sun, the gentle heat,
Your heart feels me in every beat,
And so I say we start again,
Do not forget the times we sinned,
Mistakes are there to teach us lessons,
And we have made our last confessions,
The only thing left for us to do,
Is for you to love me, and I to love you

A Single Glance

A single glance;
The necessary criteria for determining false truth.
Most are blind; their vision consumed by ignorance.
Amenable blending has decayed their sense of ‘self.’
Happiness has become a manufactured product;
Abnegation serves as currency when they purchase it.
A controlled media distorts the reality they accept;
Appearance, emotion, lifestyle --they decide nothing.
Society exiles all those without its ideology.
Created laws and social taboos succeed in restricting us.
Individuality has been repressed into oblivion;
Non-conformist has become a derogatory label.
Roving dolls masquerade as life’s necessity.
Those not made of plastic are told to live in misery;
Rapture visits those with self-discarded ego.
            A single glance;
The necessary criteria for determining real truth.
Few have sight; their vision consumed with avidity.
Amenable blending has revealed their sense of ‘self.’
Happiness has become their manufactured product.
Abnegation holds no worth when they purchase it.
A controlled media distorts the reality they refuse;
Appearance, emotion, lifestyle --they decide everything.
Society needs all those without its ideology.
Created laws and social taboos fail in restricting us.
Individuality has been expressed into existence.
Non-conformist has become an aspired label.
Roving dolls fall short of life’s necessity.
Those not made of plastic refuse to live in misery;
Rapture visits those with self-discovered ego.

Sting of Love

She calls to you,
her woes intensified by streaming tears.
She had gone down the wrong path.
Your heart, it wanders,
the core beating warm, lucid,
while the outside slowly chills.
To trust her again,
would it be foolish? or wise?
The loving care received accounted for,
you coldly shrug.
This life is but a glimpse of eternity,
And your heart has become ageless.
You’ve felt the sting of love.
You wish to thank her,
but your body won't allow it.
She'll never know how she helped you.
Your final lesson learned.
You cherish all the memories,
whilst letting slip away new opportunity,
because the sting of love is strident,
it need only be felt once,
and now, alone is how you'll stay.


Bleeding chills the soul
it's warm remiss not found
the blade creates the pool
for which the screams resound
the deep red in its smallest bud
we can never be without
for with your life, you're given blood
a sign of binding grout
to cast aside your worldly soul
your blood it must be drained
spill it out unto your bowl
and pray you won't be chained


This world is superficial; an endless collection of subservient standards.
There is no self-image, only those generated by the media.
Individuality is repressed through monotonous practices.
'Real life' is a myth; fairy tales preached by those that strip it from us.
We all live a life set in stone by those that created us.
We are products, statistics, components taken at face value, not people.
We, the ignorant masses, are the source of governmental control.
The only way to reclaim 'our' stolen humanity is too abandon everything
that they have forced upon us and start anew.
Anarchy is not what 'they' make it seem. Lawlessness, destruction, chaos.
These are the repercussions for such acts force fed to us throughout our lives;
the idea that we cannot live without them, and so they,
in order to maintain their hold, make us fear the thought of deserting them.
Anarchy, however, is something far more complex.
It is the belief that human beings can live without need of a ruler,
without the protection of some falsified ego.
It is abandonment, the act of discarding everything we know,
repentance, the idea of forgiving ourselves for the atrocities committed against the very nature of our being, enlightenment, the process of understanding and accepting that we are who we are,
and that 'they,' or anyone else, cannot control us.
Anarchy is the key to self-discovery;
it is the inspiration for mankind to return to glory.
Anarchy is salvation.