Graveyard,

You manage to dig up the remarkable feat.

So hold me down,

Or cut me loose.

So bind the strings,

Or set me free.

There is no other advanced nobility.

Finish digging up the earth.

What do you discover?

Do you have the heart to let me go?

Or do you have the heart to hide me whole?

Live or die?

Smile or frown?

Run or sit?

Sun or moon?

I would rather drown

Then have to choose.

I’m sorry,

But I beg you,

Choose.

Some how

You forever seem to know

that if we stretched our minds…



We’d live forever.



Oh,

You spoke about what was on your mind

And at the time

It made sense to follow

What was right



On occasion I’d wonder what to say

Cause you’d be there

And it seemed silly

To watch and stare



Never with the caution

always in the motion.



You never thought the actions

would cost you an extra dosage.



Let me say to you



If you believe in somethin’ good

Believe in somethin’ like



Yourself



‘Cause it’s the only well you’ve got

To my heart.

To the heart…

Of

The open arms.



You can believe in the strangers around you,

but yourself is the truth

the arms

the heart.

And when you truly believe



You’ve got that

That’s like

Havin’ it All

Let sympathy come and

cleanse what you’ve done

to yourself



You always wondered who to come to…

who to blame…

who to love in doubt…



But don’t trust that thought.

Trust your heart

Trust your soul.



I believe your whole.

I see these faces
Everyday
Oneway
Or another
And I'm trapped
Forced to see their
Faces
Once more
But longer
It seems
Each day.

The clock ticks
And the time
Passes surely
But slowly
Getting no rest
Just
Trapped
In class
For hours.

He was a man.
A thief.
It was his true nature.

He was the most beautiful
One of them all.
Had no example
To compare.

Skin and eyes
Brown and dark.
Teeth white as snow.
His scent warm and earthly.
And the feeling of his finger tips
On my skin,
Was almost intimidating.

He was a king now
And I was his queen.
We had all we ever dreamt of
But it wasn't enough
For him.

He was caged in the castle
I knew
He longed to steal
To keep moving
It was his nature.

Before long,
Aladdin was gone.
Leaving me without
A heart.

Time
Is all we have
Before we turn
Into a vuture of a man.
The head of a man
Will turn into a sharp beak
With huge dark eyes that tells
Us about the horror of how he ran out of time.
Lost control.
The horror of turning
Into a vulture of a man.
The body of his skeleton
With pealing green feathers
And skin
The collarbones as sharp as the beak
The ribs as slick as meat
Aged and rotten.
Beckoning to turn
With him,
Into a vulture of a man.
Lastly the arms
One still muscular and vibrant
Another with green
Feathers grown.
Hands that have held our
Time we have left
Will turn into
All full grown
Vulture of a man.

I tried denying the fact,

Tried to carry back,

Who I might have been.



But you ruined me.

Crippled my soul.

Withered the me I could have been.

Now I’ll never know



My splinter soul

You killed for pleasure,

And tomorrow spattered the white walls

As you slaughter her clarity.

Forever, I may as well have known.



My family almost immediately

Had replenished whole,

Got back on their feet,

And begun a smile.

The sadness muted like defeating heat.

Or like clearing fogged, trickling tiles.



I realize I could have ----

Might have… existed better.

Perhaps with a higher feather.

To seize my voyage of safety.



But under the circumstances

That’s not achievable.

Highly improbable.



Much so, I’m not content

On what life left me.

What you left me.



I’m still struggling

To get to my feet.

I’m still in the middle of climbing a mountain,

Suspending to two sides

Of a rope attached to my belt, mounting.

My lifeline.

My sanity.



I want to keep both

In the same two hands.

If I renounce my hold on one,

The other follows.



So I claim in both my hands

What’s mine

I hold tight.

Standing on toes of tips of height

I put my trust to hang on that ledge of fright.



Just barley hanging,

Touching that stonewall.

Trying to stay in one place,

I fear to face,

To blunder.



At times I make the mistake

Of looking down,

And becoming aware.



Terrorized by the height.





Now you see…

I try.

I cry.

I relied on you.

I chose.

I dosed and didn’t see

What you put me through.



You murdered me,

And it’s too late to restore me.

Not with standing away

A single tear drop.

Are you bored of me?



You killed me along with my childhood.

I hope you enjoyed your fatherhood.

Because I was unaware of what you had done.



Did you really love me,

Or was it an act.

The fact

That you couldn’t love was clear,

But I don’t hate you my dear.



Father to daughter,

My love was there.

Something you have to live with

Something you have to recognize you never gave back.

Is that clear?



It’s not my fault?

It’s not your fault?

Then whose is it’s?



That person has to take responsibility,

And give back.

Apologize and beg.



Because I am not my own.

I can’t help, but blame myself.

I have no choice, but to agree

Because there is no individual to aid me.



My recovery can’t be complete

I can’t see the world as whole anymore.

I can’t be forever young, simply full, or pure.



I’m tainted, sour, and broken.

It’s your turn to carry a burden

To know.

How my heart has sorrowfully hardened.

Where I can’t be dependable of anyone so easily.



It’s time we both know

What you truly had done to me.

Work up the tears
That I felt I deserved.
Slice away the pain,
Or **** just fine,
My greatest sins.

Why I am here
Is of those thoughts.
They scare me,
Yet another sin.

You might think
I'm crazy,
But the darkest sins
We're my desire,
But...

Family was important
At least I had thought so.
So many busy thoughts,
A penny too late.

Still I ran
away from temptation.

No one praised me for it,
At least from the other side.