Uncompleted

My hands began 

to write but stop

 

My lips dry like the 

native sand,it is forgien 

to my tongue 

 

I have a lifetime to run but

my bones are craking like a 

american eulogy  

 

Like uncompleted sentences my words cannot be completed 

 

Underneath the branches of my

arms, they are between shaded worded

leaves of forgetton stories 

 

Like sweet fruit, my art becomes sour

 

I hold my cards close to my 

chest, and my falling ryhmes

begin to break 

 

Like the dwells within a heart 

my words are never completed 

 

Childlike Reflection

 

Like complicated cracked mirrors

my refllection,has been left on broken 

shelves 

 

My handprints of a child left

in my mothers grasp 

 

I take a breathe for today 

and breathe in the world

has broke me to a science 

i had completely hated

 

Tossed a mirror and now i know the world changes

but  i used to hate me as if my life was to painful 

 

I used to cut my self open to feel alive as

though my bloodstream in the mirrors is the 

reason i'm writing 

 

Breathe Me 

 

Into a oblivion as

though my maddness

has reached its impact

 

Like a unlit cigarette 

my life dances on the

 thin lines of nicotine 

 

Breathe in to me the beauty I once erased

As though this last night shall never breathe  

the innoccence of the question 

Have you seen my childhood?