Every scar has its story

Mister im not your baby anymore

dont try to feed me your lies

i once guzzled down

because of you i am shriveled up

you have made me the hollowed out shell of a son

i no longer believe in your words

you have lost my trust

i reached out my hand

only to be feed lies to once more

i would pray to the heavens once before

that you would return to me

from when you left me

and yet you returned a new man

you were my hero

i looked up to you

now i have no choice but to

watch below as you drown in your own lies

can you not see

the sins that weep from your mouth

is infecting us all

once i cried over you

in hopes you would cry the way i do

but now i realize you couldnt shed a tear

that has as much despise or sympathy as i

chances have been given

tests have been failed

all i have left to do

is hide beneath the arms of

my own queen

her skin soft with indulgence

Dreams have been realized

goals have been sought after

battles have been won

now its time to take the next step

I told him i loved him,

he told me he loved me too.

If only it could be that easy

It can never be so simple, you see?

Life is too complicated

We all have our dreams

that will be shattered by reality

We all have our standards

but every-now and then

we’ll settle

we’ll keep lowering our bar

until it slowly depletes as this goes on 

You say you love me

but you dont know who i really am

You say you love me

but you dont know who i really am

All we’ll ever have is nothing more

then the string of lies we tell ourselves

just to fill in a hole that is purely artificial

Cant seem to look away from

The one that cancel out my free will

then beckon me to become.

fill me up with poison

has i gag  the words

from mouth giving them the chance to come in

I’m drowning in my own

make-believe

How i dispise this feeling

I wish you would just take this knife from my hands

and plunge it deeply into my chest

so I could choke down my blood as i whisper the final

feeling.

The mist of surrealism slowly engolfs me and peels away my thoughts

As i press my body against the cold hard floor

the words spill from my mouth like a flood of sin

splashing and splurging 

oh my darling

its been so long

i found you now

we can go back

to the philosophy

we can barricad the door once more

run away from everyone

with just a box of gold fish

lets lay on the floor

and pretend we know what we’re doing

I have been immortalized

something that not very many

fifteen-yearold boys have accomplished

My Writing Is Being Published And Will Be Printed In Fall

A silent dance

begins on my path

a dance of drop

pirouetting in my way

in the plains of despair

who am i

not to dance my

pas de duex

of I and my soul

Thick tongue laughter

as if they think i dont know what they say

it brings me to tears

to see people used me

and plunged a blade

and traced my spine

i keep my vintage smile

locked to my face

yet its hard for my not

to let them see

what they’ve made me