Thoughts Aren't Always Kind These thoughts aren't kind, Mirror shows bloodshot eyes Bringing feelings that I find.. To be softly nostalgic? Kids climbing trees, Carving knives from sticks, The school bullies tease.. Or in bed tucked tightly, Won't time tick faster? Hall light shines brightly Of daydreams I'm the master.. I've counted 500 sheep, And these tears won't sleep. Some nights I'd rather just admit defeat. But in adulthood I've discovered, You need some dark to see the light, Don't store your feelings in a cupboard Or hide them out of sight. I'm who I am today, And I'm not saying that it's perfect, But I'd rather strive for real Than to miss out on #life.

grief over two years now I'm still angry- knowing the time that has slipped by me like a runaway train and I've desperately tried to grip on to it, but fell as it pulled away. but this is grief she is still in my heart with memories that I'll cling to more than my sanity more than the hair on my head or the breath in my lungs. these memories are what cradle me to sleep at night they are what is left they are her face still remaining on days so dark.

Blazed These violent days make violence a craze, When rage would rinse our hearts dry and fire festered within our lungs. Childhoods blazed to ashes And dusk wakens darkness. Where weary eyes weep, And distasteful dreams do creep Like lions in the bushes, As children lay in slumber.

Heart I questioned my heart, As it kept on beating after yours had left. #short#poem

Waited Only God knows, the waiting I've done. waiting for pain, to reach its end. clinging to happiness, while it peeks round the bend. I've waited nights away, without blinking an eye. I've waited for death, to turn to #life. I killed the time between, you and I. then waited again after bittersweet goodbye.