Set You Free
To set you free, I will leave quietly.
To Love you, I must set you free.
To love me, I must set myself free.
I'm still healing, I'm still dying.
I'm still healing, I'm still nothing.
I'm still healing, I live alone.
I'm still healing, my eyes see shadows.
I'm still healing, I love no one.
I'm still healing, I'm finally dead.
On The Wall
On the wall hangs a face, not a face of love or hate.
Not a face of expectancy hope or curiosity.
Not a face of hurt, sadness or anger.
Not a face of colour, shadows or darkness.
Not a face of life or death, but just a face, a hanging face.
To love only me, is it that hard?
To like me, respect me, is it that hard, am I so ugly...?
To use me is easier, to take from me is a piece of cake...
The disgust in your face, the laughter in your throat is mighty.
I feel it.
The point of nothing, death.... makes a stand..
self pity and self hate makes a soul of nothing grow stronger...
Let It Happen
Love, is knowing you're wrong and accept it, say it out loud.
Love is knowing you're right, yet not bragging about it.
Love is showing your strenghts and weaknesses with confidence.
Love is a feeling that makes you weak in the knees, yet strong enough to walk towards it, and embrace it without hesitation.
Love is a two way street, that meet in the middle of both hearts.
Maybe you think that I dont love you, and this is of my own gain of deserving.
Actions sit loudly upon your face.Broken is my heart upon the floor,
and blurt out from my tongue, are words that should of never have been said.
I see too far, too late upon your eyes, love no longer felt.
My heart in my hand, faling to the floor. I sit here darkened is the night.
Black are my tears, my heart upon the floor.
Love - The End
My distance from you, you yearn for.Your distance from me will soon become a reielf to you. No more thoughts. Maybe dreams of someone else, something new will come to you.
Love will find you, love has lost me, never quite in my pocket.
Love will cover you and keep you warm. Sorrow has found me, and covers me, smothers me, slowly killing me, giving me life.Anger regret and loneliness, feed me, and shelter me.
Self pity and sorrow, clothe me, and my tears of blood and dirt will quench my thirst, and eventually death, will bring me relief.
Words Cannot Express
Sometimes words cannot express enough. So let me show you, from my mind, to your body and mind.
I'll repay back to you so sincerely, and I will let you love me. Even if only physically...But, I, will love you with all of me, my soul and mind, my lips and eyes.
My hands and arms. My fingers and tongue.
you have my devoted attention. Let me love your body, and free you mind.
I'm yours for the night, until the morning, until I finish my cup of coffee, and put my coat on and walk out the door, and we look back at each other, and know, you will never let me express this love again.
Let me show you... as sometimes my words cannot express...
The Lost Children Nov 6,2010
Taken, lost, misplaced from our minds, our souls
Culture, family, our way of life, ourselves.
Taken up drinking, drugs, abuse, being abused
Self- hatred and death.
Dealing with hate, uncontrolled anger, displace anger,
self-pity. Not knowing where it should go
and why it's still here. Oh, we know why.
Life, once giving, sharing, the telling of stories of great
Warriors, chiefs and of great women that held them together.
Stories of hunting, and cherishing mother earth,
Visions of it all have now become blurred.
Days of hardships, imprisonment, within us can never be expressed.
My grandmother and her family are products of people
Looking out into the streets...
All pass me by never a second glance. I see what I am...
I can't see myself standing here.
I can't really remember a time... being happy more than a day or three.
I can't really say I've been truly liked, respected or loved in my time of living.
Just existing to be laughed at, ridiculed, spat upon, name calling.
bitter words said, and ment. True feelings of hate
have come to light, surfaced upon so many lips, In that time and this.
I stand tall and build another wall, and look in my closet at the other walls I have torn down...
I will recycle the pieces of those walls to help build this one even bigger.
No one will climb over; no one will care to climb over to see.
I will not climb over.
No one sees me.
You will not see me.