The sting is sensational. The drop of my blood created by a blade. Who would have known something that cuts you could cure you, But only for a minute the problem still hangs. The sway of each one, creates an endless void. The first initial sting creates daggering pain, But after a few measly seconds, it creates a sensation of warmth. Like a bright sunny day before the storm. My body finally thawed from the initial pain. Then it happens again, A pain so strong it crushes my lungs. I must find relief in the only thing that provides An addiction no one warns you about. The sting is sensational.

A shelf of words binded together poetry novels fanstasy fiction history love A book and a story A place to fall into pages filled with words and phrases thoughts and wishes a happy place a crying place a hiding place A place to fall in love a place to fall apart A place to love yourself Or a place to live and learn A book a poem an article a story a place for dreamers a place for readers a place for learners a place for everyone a happy place a place to fall in love a place yk love your self a hiding place

Dearer, To me, Dearest Than the pulse-deep song

Nearer Than the Nearest Pull of arms or tongue

Scraping Out of Scraps of time Little eternities

Carving Out of Carver’s wood Warmth, and eyes to see

Honey From the Sunniest Of swathes of summer green

Sunnier Than God-ish light; Not gold or gaudy in the least

My lover’s soul is Sweeter Than the sweetest songful ring

And so I simply cannot help But sing.

Joys of childhood are found In simple pleasures and games— Tea parties with princess crowns, “Tag! You’re it!” “Ready or not!”

The Medal of Honor was giv’n In attitude, not words, To the victor who could not be found “Olly, olly, oxen free!”— a just reward.

5! 4! 3! 2! 1! I’m coming to get you! you can run you can try to hide but I’ll find you you hide well I seek and I’ll always find you you can’t escape me I’m unavoidable you’ll always come back to me I’ll always find you you’ll be safe in my arms don’t worry come to me you can’t escape me, anyways so give in come to me and if you don’t if you stay in your little hiding place that’s fine, too you be the hider I’ll be the seeker I’ll still find you just you wait I’ll always find you I’m coming I’m coming to get you

I have a spot Not our usual one No it’s somewhere you’d never think To look You might find the clues in my face If you pay attention For more than one wasted night If you make your tracings Reveal my footprints that drag Because I’m tired of hiding And I’d rather be found now Clinging to a branch or stuffed in a box Please figure it all out I’m getting bored and lost.

My body laid in the field Where the goldenrod grows. For a hundred years of winter And a millisecond of spring To be dried out in the absence of the sun.

And now No one wants me in their garden.

I’m infinitely curious but equally breakable Too soft to bury a truth unmistakable So I search for the truth but then swaddle a lie Why stare into hell when you could hide in the sky?

My faith is a phone I dropped down the gutter When clarity honks my exhaust pipes sputter Burrowing as deep in the sand as the buildings are tall Seeing everything demands feeling nothing at all

So I plead with the concerte at discovery’s end Spray graffiti to persuade the cement to bend But all that echos is a warning from innocence’s ghost: “Those who question the least are content with the most”

My curiosity’s quest was to uncover the light But it’s unsafe to walk home starless at night Turns out reality is harder to face than to find
God bless the power of a euthanized mind

We all have a place in mind Where we go when we need to hide When the world is crashing around us It keeps us safe and soooths our fears It’s our one true hiding place

… Tic Tic Tic Tic I really need something to scratch that Itch Itch Itch Itch You really acting like a Bitch Bitch Bitch Bitch Might crash into a Ditch Ditch Ditch Ditch

Off a pill Hope it’s real I love weed I love beams Chopper with a scope Popped a narc Don’t blame me I can rap I can sing I can tap In her dreams On her knees Gimme please Choked and sneezed I’ve been doing this sense like 2017 Wrote this at 1-3 I’ll be better than everyone by the age of 15 Yes I’m cocky Yes we naughty Caught a body

I dont need nobody My drugs got me They my only friends That’s just common sense They feel me up with confidence I’m incompetent I’m up in space But that’s ok That’s my hiding space I’m up in space But that’s ok That’s my hiding place