to get through

Felicity

this is for you
and it only ever was
you were the one
to push me through
urging bullying daring taunting
whatever it took
to realize that potential
you always talked about
there was never a question
about understanding
i know it's there
you know it's there
they know it's there
ultimately the encouragement
turned in on itself
and became too much to bear
as the fear of failure
or the fear of success
rammed into my temples
day after day
night after night
alone and thinking
about plans gone awry
and why
the purpose must be pure
and in one's own time
within a personal schedule
not one written by strangers
touch me with the stardust
and i'll swallow it whole
sprinkle me with holy water
for protection and guidance
hold me with the love
that is ever within these veins
i see your eyes say yes
you know me
and it is good
tell yourself you need patience
because even though you wait
i also do
for everything to feel
just right,baby
and as of this moment
with the smile of an innocent newborn
i know that power once more
i'm sorry if you were scared
i was too
but i don't know what of
maybe just that it could be
it will happen
as promised on the warm desert wind
and the canadian april
and the autumn on ninth
merry christmas,darling

oh happy love
this is for you

Kwyjibo

I really like that you write such long in-depth poems

normally I just skip over when people write such long ones, but yours keep my attention all the way through. Good work.

MEGAN

went to krislund today
to show
truth
eddie
through my eyes
me i'm a schizophrenic hypocrite
time for a smoke
like giving a dog a bone
freedom of the known
because 'the mind has no borders'
'of my birthday deathbed,'-stp
he wouldnt' come near me
to answer the same question
twice
quickly looks a way
but he always seems to say no to reincarnation
and sorry to ruin the conversation
i'm trying his patience
so always choose pink
or not
'other than it was really awesome after i got out of the room with the water in the bottom'
so tonight on the porch
a couple nights after the last time i talked i asked my dog to tell me by blinks could he have stopped
hitler
anyway i ended up punching him in the head
her
closing drawers turning pages sealing envelopes jumbling change and keys
for every
thought every nuance of a thought which was when...
he doesn't pounce on me much at all now but i am off track what i mean is he
plays more now and i can sense him when he comes into lykens even when hes only walking around and not making any judgement motions
jack stared at me stared at the book stared at me stared at the book when i was in my truck picked up the book and read 'god had become problematic'
fans can paralyze i repeat
he told me once in the body of an old lady in my apartment building before i was evicted
he tells me all the time now
which means when a fan is on you don't even notice the goddamn thing
which means when you are being and doing without ever taking a giant step back enter another objective self and evaluate yourself you are more than likely being a ridiculous
bastard walkin round in one circle lookin down at the ground
i think everybody including me is just tryign to be a good fuck
anyways
and your art ceases to be self expression and you become an actor
john mellencamp under the guise of distinguished deep meleancholy
or are you