The Perfect ShotWith his heart chained to his sleeve, he slumps in his chair.
The radio plays a soft tune hidden in layers of airwave static.
The shades are drawn and the light claws at the windows, but he doesn’t let it in.
He doesn’t let it see. He doesn’t let anyone see his chest rise and fall, breathing stale air.
Boxes carpet the floor, photos hide in the debris. He found these memories in the attic.
Faces his mind could not forget. Pictures and people that should have been thrown in the trash bin.
His lungs expand to fill the empty spot where his heart once beat,
But the void is still there, and it will never be replaced
Just like those pictures he lost over the years.
There’s a photo of him with his first car, sweet 16, but now he’s riding shotgun in the passenger seat.
Another memory he thought he misplaced.
These pictures are crumpled, wrinkled and torn. New smears cover the old stains of countless tears.
He’s been here many times before, to this state of m
Snake BiteGoodbye, My love, Goodbye.
I'm shedding my winter coat like a snake sheds it's skin.
I'm breaking free from this shell.
I need a new place to begin.
I'm sorry that it had to be this way,
You should have seen the end coming fast.
It arrived to no surprise,
That the sweetness of this venom couldn't last.
Please understand, my Dear,
This didn't end like it did in my mind.
I didn't mean to cause you harm,
But there's no other way to say goodbye.
With Wisdom Comes PainWhen I was young I learned to walk.
I didn't know where I was going, I just put left foot in front of right,
Now each step seems to be a useless plight.
When I was young I believed in fairy-tales.
I was certain that a dragon lived under my bed,
But now he seems to hide in my head instead.
When I was young I learned to write.
I learned to spell every sound that I read or heard,
But lately I seem to be running out of words.
When I was young I stared at the sky
And didn't see the clouds or the heaven's closing door.
Now the clouds grow, each year their seems to be more.
When I was young I dotted my I's with hearts
Because I knew that my heart and I would find love someday,
But now when I find love it never stays.
When I was young I learned that people die
And I never stopped asking why, but mom said it was okay to cry.
I cried so much that I ran out of tears, but I'll always feel the droplets in my eyes.
The TruthI don't like to wear sunglasses.
I like to see the world for what it truly is,
Not hidden by manufactures shade;
Unconcealed, Undiminished, Uncovered.
Bare feet feel the curves of the earth,
The soft sand is her caress, the sharp stones her claws.
Bare feet feel the truth through their soles;
The pain, the beauty, the freedom.
So Far To GoIn exactly 10 days I'll turn 16.
In 2 years I graduate high school.
2 years ago I was 10 days from turning 14.
14 years before that I was born at 27 weeks gestation.
27 weeks before that I was only a few simple cells.
I guess I've come a long way since then,
But it's hard to think of it that way when I have so far to go.
Dirty SneakersOh, I've got the blues
In my red blood, but my tongue won't speak the truth.
Today it breaks free from my white toothed grin.
No one remembers what it took to stain the waters blue
With the red blood of the red man.
No one knows that the cloud's reflection in the river
Is the whites of their eyes, wide at the sound of the first gunshot on peaceful soil.
Don't you hear the sound of the mother's sobs
As they hold the memories of their dead sons to their chests?
While you hold your right hand over your heart with justice and liberty for all
They're putting their babies to rest.
Don't you hear the sound of blue bullet holes
In the backs of your brothers
As they run from the violent white noise
Of a rocket's red glare and children screaming for their mothers?
That white noise, That's the sound of her screams
As her blood shot eyes hide behind blue bruises,
Afraid to face his white knuckled fist.
She'll make it through, she'll win in the end, but what if she loses?
Red blood, white clouds, b