Lose a lot
bruised a lot
abused a lot
used a lot
moved a lot
locked in rooms a lot
youth was lost
anger,
fumed like fuel exhaust
used to losses
confused, distraught
refused and fought
presumed at fault
a nooses knot
won’t loosen up
listen im,
a nuisance, not-
a puny dot
a ruined plot
a moody lot
a drooling snot
a crooning spot
an oozing blot
ima shooting star
just food for thought
Trauma
Sleeping Away
Sleep is like treading the darkest abyss
where shadows have bodies,
and nightmares exist
feeling blood from my wrist
it flows like the red sea before it was split
night time I drift
don’t turn on the lights,
a day in the light frightens me stiff
life is a risk…
fall because climbing exerts
the higher, the climate gets worse
jump off the ledge just to land in the dirt
eyes full of dirt
the things that I’ve seen
how can it get worse
mind as vivid as movies
this is too real
then it keeps reeling
and reeling
I’m dealing
my feelings
are filled up
with build up
from ceilings
I try to hide under
look-ing out the window–
its too high to land
so fly if I can
or die if I cant
Self Love
Your past says not to trust him
you’ve seen a halo under horns
but u don’t see the world how you used to
you embrace the flower with its thorns
but when loneliness starts to creep in
and everyone close seems foreign
you just look into the mirror for some company
and smile thru the jade and the scorn
Your friends told you not to love him
your daddy says you been warned
but you don’t see colors how they do
you say black the new orange
but if a cold front comes in today
how are you gonna stay warm
when you can’t touch him when u need to
so you just wrap your arms and hug your-self love
you love him, ’cause you got self love
he loves you, ’cause you got self love
they fear for you, ’cause they ain’t got self love
love your-self, love your-self love
you don’t need no help love
’cause you got self-love-your-self love
Your Way
You never know what ain’t enough,
til it ain’t enough
you never know that pain is love,
until your pain is love
because you love your pain,
in love with pain
that’s his name
50 shades of grayer pain painted with your brush
you never know you making love,
until you making up
you never know you down
until you chasing up
you never know you biting pride,
until you tasting blood
you never listen to them,
lift your middle finger up
because most rather judge
before they lift a finger up
Looking Down
Damn…
it’s a sad life for a caterpillar
I wonder
what he sees when he looks up at the butterflies
I wonder
what he thinks crawling beneath them butterflies
I wonder
if the butterfly
that landed on the daffodil
looked down at the caterpillar
and remembered how it feels
Give, Receive
Compassion goes a long way
empathy is too hard though
when you’re too busy feeling for yourself
you can’t feel nobody else though..