He Doesn't Know What Death Is.

I say I want to die,
then you point a gun to my head,
telling me I don't want to die
because I flinched,
then assure me
it's not loaded
while failing to realize
we all WANT to die,
but in our own way.

My trust in you
was just a bit too high
judging by the mind
that looks back on
that heartless day.

You think
you taught me something that day-
a lesson in your own
rock hard head.

Really what you taught me was-
a true story can never be too true,
and it's finally time to 
leave this friendship behind.

He Should Have Just Stayed in The Hospital

Too many run from problems,

            it's time to turn around

            and break through them;

making them vanish in the air

because when you avoid any tempering issue

             it only grows.

            It becomes larger

            with every step you take

            in the opposite direction,

            until it's large enough

            to chase you down.

Only in My Dreams Can a Cemetery Be a Getaway

I remember dreaming

of a getaway in town,

a place to relax

just beyond those trees

where the church cemetery sits.

A quiet quaint place

where the sun shines on the lake

and the docks are always calm.

This must be

what death is to me,

because in reality

 it is no getaway

but a place to spend an eternity.

Growing Old is Worth Fighting For

Aging is collective,

we grow all those inches,

                        stop,

then realize that we'll be no taller.

We collect the years

from birth to death.

Some have less than others

 and many never have a chance

 to collect even one.

Living life is a privilege

that can be taken away

 at any moment.

That last breath you take in life

is just as important as your first,

and it's something worth fighting for.

Pity Doesn't Cure Sickness.

Sometimes things aren't always
what they appear to be,
and they manifest themselves
as our family or friends.

It's a disease that can take over
squirming into your life,
and to all the children
in the world who must care
for a sick parent;

stay strong and carry on.

God Forbid I Remember the Important Things.

All the things we remember
     and want to forget
tend to overwhelm the opposite.

Like forgetting about my hair
in braids at grandma's house-
     I could only remember
     the ridicule thrown my way,
         but for some reason couldn't remember
          who braided my hair in the first place.

It's so strange what our minds
choose to remember
     and are willing to forget.

City Lights Mean Nothing

Patience is a game hard to play
so keep moving till you're content
and settle for nothing less.

Remember
home is anywhere
but in the spotlight
when your eyes deaden
to the sight of this city.

Skin stripped to the bone
that traffic feeling
never leaving me alone.

Eventually I'll find that place
between interior and habitat.

Someone needed to speak up.

The lack of words spoken
for those who need them most
tend to surprise the ones who don't.

So, when actions start to speak
louder and louder and louder,
to a very sharp point-

how can we be surprised
if the trigger gets pulled
because no one spoke up?

You can say
"It's nobodies fault."

But you CANNOT tell me
you never noticed a change
and then refused to use your voice.

Because even I'm guilty of that.

Next time, I won't put up with it.

Took a handful of pills this morning
it's my daily routine.

You know I do it
to keep my mind
nice and clean.

It speaks a lot for my self-esteem
when speaking for myself
starts to come to life

and I'm no longer curled in corners
with my body bending to fit.

I left that room
complete
and just walked away.

Fred Saw 2 Robins in Yard March-5.

You know
when your world falls apart
and you're stuck in the dark
you can head back to the start.
When you've lived to see a man hit 92
somehow when you're struggles hit you,

You know
you can just power through.

You know
life's like a bird in a cage.
It's something you go through alone
not something able to be understood.
You're trapped and chirping
waiting for someone to set you free.