Tragic Tendencies

Tragic tendencies

Is it considered tragedy when you create them yourself

Teach me not to think

Teach me not to believe

I’ll teach you not to breathe

Breathing is so shallow

We all do it in vain

What should I even scream for?

This love is so shallow

No depth, all delusion

Illustrated to a point

A point of overcoming erase

Believe in what you want

Instead of what this is

I want to breathe into you

Release this from inside of me

Feel that you need me

Just as much as I need you to breathe

And overcoming this hell

And going out of our minds

The days are coming

All of it is coming

Are you ready for it

And are you ready to feel it more

I prayed for it

No matter how unimportant I felt

I always felt important to you

From the moment our eyes met

And our fingers touched

It was a reason to be

And a reason to see.

Think of Me (poem)

We could be beautiful together
If you chose to make it so
But you don't think
Don't think about me

I could hate the moon
And laugh at the stars
And walk the streets confused
And you still won't think about me

I could die among the thieves
Or lie and cheat and bruise
And cry a million tears
But you won't think of me

While my chest pounds and beats
And the children are asleep
And though I still chose to breathe
You will never think of me.

More Than Nothing

More new poetry:

"More Than Nothing"

Call me insane

I’ll dye the words into my skin

Just as a reminder of the shit I’m in

Just call me crazy

I’ll call you unfair

Injustice spreads through the world

Like a wildfire in my back yard

The back of my brain knows these things best

As I pull the thoughts from my mind

Praying they make sense in words and phrases

Adjusting to new times and new sounds

Running towards freedom,

Bare feet on gravel and sand

You sleep soundly

So comfortable in your own skin

Mine is dyed and tainted

Relaxing is not a form that I can take

Appreciate the sounds and the smells in the air

And laughter

And a full moon

Is more than nothing

I’m here.