April152012

My Issues

The fear of the unknown
caused by self-inflicted anxiety
eventually leads to a 
hunger for success
through the music of your voice
you see past my pretenses.

(Source: dreamsofpoetry)

my poem anxiety 

3AM

Fear

I’m scared

I don’t want to be here.

I’m terrified. 

I don’t want to leave.

I’m alone.

I don’t want anyone.

I’m sad. 

I just want a hug.

(Source: dreamsofpoetry)

3AM

Disgust

Lock the muzzle
On that stupid mutt.
Don’t let it cry.
Keep It shut. 

If it makes a sound,
Kick it down. 
Just pop it hard, 
Right on the snout. 

Master knows best.
Master above pet. 
If it scratches the door,
Slam its foot. 

“Don’t you whine!”

“Don’t you cry!”

“I swear to God!”

“You whimper, you die!”

That dog is nothing
But a mouth to feed.
And if there’s no food
Then there is no need.

Don’t you dare.
Please, I beg.
Don’t make a sound
Or you’ll lose your head.

(Source: dreamsofpoetry)

my poem 

3AM

Give Me A Roadmap

How did I get here?
Where did I turn wrong?
When will I find the map back home?

Who to turn to
     When your arms are long gone. 

Your whispers fading with distance

I just can’t make myself believe. 
Like an Israelite, I need tangibility.
I need constant proof.

My fort of safety drove off in a van.
The love of my life is now a man.

(Source: dreamsofpoetry)

my poem 

3AM

How Dare You!

Oh, you swear, do you?
When will I begin believing truth?
I’m just a naive youth.

Quit taking advantage of me.
You know you’re all I see.
You know you made me believe.

How could I let myself fall?
How did you break down my walls?
Tears made my eyes shine like a doll’s
because of you.

I hate what you do to me.
Why didn’t you let me wither;
Just let me waste away 
Until I find another day?

Why did you choose to care?
It doesn’t make sense.
Why did you become a child’s bear
When you knew my childishness?

All I wanted was to drift away
But you made me want to stay.
Why couldn’t you just let me take the easy way?

I owe you so much debt.

Why me?
Why did you choose me to love?
Why did you cry over me?
Why do you have to mean so much to me?

(Source: dreamsofpoetry)

my poem 

3AM

Rebirth

Tick tock
Watch the hands race around the clock.
You mark the time
by the reflection on a dime.
red, black, red, red, black, red.
Connect them together
I win again.
Forget about my past
Immersed in rebirth

Sleeping.
    Sitting.
        Bored.

Talking.
    Listening.
        Tears. 

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry.

What should I see?

I look at the mirror,
She looks back at me.
Not the girl with fear in her eyes.
Not the girl controlled by insignificant slivers.

Instead the girl with the ginger hair.
The girl who plays above the stairs.
The girl with confidence.
The girl up there.

See the smile?

See the joy?

She’s back.

(Source: dreamsofpoetry)

my poem 

3AM

Insanity

Let me start
by setting the scene.
Look around.
They’re not what they seem.

I’ve grown to know them,
grown to love them.
I learned to show them,
had to help them.

You learn to listen.
You learn to not judge. 
In this hospital of sorts,
you see you’re not alone.

There’s the Angry,
the Sad,
the Scared,
the Mad

However.

We’re not crazy.
Try to see their past.
No one’s really as different 
As the name taped on their back.

(Source: dreamsofpoetry)

my poem 

3AM

Fortune Teller

My heart is beginning to smile
as I feel the love of people
I had no clue
there were so many of you.
Now I see
and I bleed 
the clearest of tears.
You don’t know
how much you’ve saved
my body, mind, soul
and et cetera.
I still can’t believe
the way you talk to me
You’re beautiful.
You create beauty.
Beauty in me.
Beauty in music.
Beauty in words.
Beauty in my soul.
I don’t know
where it comes from.
But I guess it’s there
somewhere
in there.
How do you do that? 
How did you know?
What did you see
Way inside of me?

(Source: dreamsofpoetry)

my poem sam miller 

February282012

Depression

When it’s least expected, it hits like a 
freight train.

Where you’re playing guitar on a sunny afternoon and 
tornadoes blow through.

Writing songs to the beat of my heart,
the room catches fire.


My candle is blown out.

Suddenly
I can’t see.
Trapped in the black silence

I create my shackles
and swallow my own key.

People come and go.

Some try to break the ties.

I glare with danger in my eyes.

Biting the hand that feeds
is now my only need.

How did I get to this point?

I won’t allow me out of this joint.


Go away.

Leave me be.

Don’t you see?



Come back…

Please…

(Source: dreamsofpoetry)

my poem depression 

February272012

Stepladder

If only you knew my pain
knew my fear
knew the everlasting ache for literature.

Maybe then you’d understand.
Maybe then you’d get the hint. 

Perhaps you’d be more empathetic.

How about we strike a deal?

I’ll eat the banana,
and you slip on the peel.

Maybe for once you’ll get it.
Maybe walking a mile in my converse
Will give you a better look at the inverse.

Would the stench of blisters keep you focused?

I doubt it.
But I’ll keep going at it. 

I don’t need you
or your drama
or the stress.

But you sure as hell need me
and my care
and my help.

But I can’t let go.
No matter how it tears me down.

You will go first
and I’ll be here
give you a boost

to Heaven’s Light.

(Source: dreamsofpoetry)

my poem stupid Suicide self harm save lives happiness sadness