In Sync....

Hold my heart for ransom

In exchange for your sweet whispers

Kisses and sighs in tandem

Along with moonlit midnight capers

Take my heart as hostage

A willing one it would be

Deep within its bony cage

Working up into a frenzy

Hold my heart at knifepoint

Incised upon I've already bled

Over cracked notions and disjoints

Chasing after hope that hasn't fled

Brand my heart with your seal

Press into and make your mark

Folded within is all I feel

Behind your insignia so stark

Choose my heart for blackmail

Ask of me whatever

Hope to accomplish without fail

Hopes of us do not sever

Play my heart like a toy

Adore me and hold me tight

Handle me with child like joy

Share with me, squeals of delight

Mould my heart of clay

Wrap your fingers, twirl me around

Make me worthy of another day

To celebrate your sight and sound

Lace my heart and tug at it

Pull me closer so I could be near

Bind me tight so I would fit

Coveted spot beside you, dear

Enslave my heart on all fours

Lead me through your universe

Close behind us, lock all doors

Subject me to love's greatest murmurs

Place my heart next to yours

Let me be enamoured to the brink

In due time, and on laboured course

Perhaps we would finally beat in sync.

This is life...!!!

There comes a time in life,

when you walk away from all the drama and people who create it.

Surround yourself with people who make you laugh,

forget the bad and focus on the good.

Love the people who treat you right.

Pray for the one's who don't.

Life is too short to be anything but happy.

Falling down is a part of life, getting back up is living.

A man.

On humble fare though he may dine

soft light of a candle's flame

Walks with a sense of purpose and time

upon his soul is there no claim

A man treads light on honest poverty

no coward nor gentleman's slave

Gives of his love to the poor of heart

stands fast in the face of the grave

Bearing for her life's burdens

soothes the children of their tears

Is the rock all others break upon

leaves fond memory of his years

He knows the value of free will

as honesty will rule his heart

Owns pride born of forgiveness

to the fallen grants a new start

Give the fools their silk and wine

the dishonest pretense of gentry

Only welcome of a good man's door

can allow for a monarch's entry

He knows this as his fellows do

from every house, field and station

One need not be a worshiped lord

to be master of God's creation.

When we Grow up..!!!

A little pain will help you remember me when we grow apart

And I'll remember you by your heart

We'll keep on drinking the days away

I kind of like your drunken charm

And you won't forget my midnight smile

the kind of smile that served as a sidearm

A little gambling as to who the hero in this time is

just what we need to settle our teenage years disputes

we drink as if it's an uphill climb

like the one we took to smoke

like the one we designed ourselves.

Thank you....!!!

You bring out the best poetry in me

Whether we haven't talked in months

Or hours

The mere thought of you

inspires me entirely

I guess I could say you are my muse

Even if you are unaware

You're the reason I started writing

And secretly what most of my content revolves around

Your perfections

Your faults

What you do to me

How I feel about you

You had a bigger impact on me than most

Because of you..

I've come along way

So thank you for that

Thank you for turning me into the poet I am today..

To mend a broken heart...

To mend a broken heart

You have to follow an ignorant soul

To follow that lonely soul

You need patience

Why patience

For ignorance

Why ignorance

Why not

To mend a broken heart

Understand its fickle and frigid thing

It creeks when it opens

It locks when it closes

It's conceded One way

And submissive in others

To mend a broken heart

Another heart is needed

To mend a broken heart

You have to break your heart in the process.

Sitting here silently....

I sit here silently

Letting the chatter of voices carry on

The tension growing inside me

As I sit here awkwardly

Sit here on my phone

I hate feeling this way

Out of place

Somewhere were every one knows each other

But nobody knows me

So they sit there talking

While I have nothing to say

The awkwardness is too much to handle

As I silently scream inside.

Arguments of the heart and mind..

They say to follow your heart when your mind disagrees

But I'm not sure if I should.

My heart  says that I miss you

I miss talking to you

And what we once had.

But my mind says that I shouldn't

That I shouldn't  care about you at all anymore.

My heart begs me to try because you make me happy.

And my mind says don't, you'll just get broken again

That he doesn't actually care

That he never will

My heart argues back

Saying that's not true

He wouldn't speak to me  if that was the case.

Wouldn't say that they did if that was true

My mind reminds me though that even so it won't matter

The opportunity has long since passed .

It'll be impossible to get it back

My heart simply states..

Anything is possible if you try hard enough..

Curbing the mental breaks...

Irrational fear builds up inside of me 

I start to mentally scream

As I begin to take shallow breaths

Panic stricken I fall to the ground

Letting the coolness of tile calm me

I let out a shaking sob

Laying there I start to pray

Pray for the power to get through

The ability to let go

To give him all my power

I sit up and take a deep breathe

Meditating until I'm able to curb the mental; breaks

Glad to have such a connection again.

Thinking of the future.

With the things that we know now,

and the knowledge we have lost.

you say things are better,

but what was the cost?

If knowledge is power,

then why are we weak?

Who's really in charge here?

Is the answer I seek.

We've become so corrupt,

conditioned with lies.

We watch our world suffer,

yet we can't close our eyes.

But there may be hope,

in my life time at least.

the wheels of industry,

should be dead; deceased.

The banks will fall first,

and then comes the war.

But the sun will rise again,

out of the blood and the gore.

We will rebuild our homes,

only this time by hand.

No more machines,

will be made in this land.

It is not too late,

we can always restart.

rebuild nation a new,

but this time we'll be smart.

Mental Misery..

I sit here and watch as everything I hold dear fades from my grasp.

I'm disappearing into the shadows and I wish one of you would notice.

Although none of you ever do.

Most of the time it feels like I'm slowly starting to die inside.

But the people I care most about don't even realize.

I wish they would truly care for once.

I never see anyone now a days.

I just sit at home.

As my friends are at school.

Like I use to do..

I'm thankful for my family though.

If it wasn't for them.

I would have ended this horrible suffering a long time ago.

Everyday is a constant struggle.

As I'm holding back the tears in my eyes.

And blaring music to drown out my thoughts.

Of what I wish my life consisted of.

Instead of the mental misery that I live in now.

As the depression slowly grabs a tighter hold of me.

Discarded heart....

Having fallen prey

to your wiles

I, at your mercy

gave to you

my heart

you simply

wrapped it tightly

within your grasp

crumpled it

as one does

a wad of paper

tossed to the floor

the trash bin

lies empty..

I could have

taken solace there...

rather than

on this cold hard floor

where I lie in ruin, completely bare...