Dewbie, You're a Dog.

I stood, bare feet
on the concrete.

Rain pouring down
gently, as I frown

at the dog searching
for the wet creature
that ran under the fence

and out of the yard.

Suppose the dog's life
must really be hard.

There's No Crowd.

I wish I had the words
to explain how mine fall,
tending to slip into some
imaginary black hole.

All importance aside,
these words would still
never steal an ear
and the audience
was never interested.

They decided to leave me
listless on stage,
speaking to empty chairs.

Sometimes I Wish it was Different

At times the need to be heard
outweighs those who need to hear.

Like this snake that's killing me,
sly while waiting
slowly sucking the life
out of my relationships.

This snake is regression,
and the lack of listening
feeds him till he's full.

I Owe You an Apology, and You Owe Me an Answer.

We're both culprits
of bad behavior,
but I lacked the capability
to toughly love.

So I dropped you and
you must've cracked,

because the last I heard
you're still a culprit,
but now of bad decision.

Your life is not a tale
nor a game to play
it's genuine work.

So stop betting on it.

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.