You’re nineteen You can choose who to be Nineteen Maybe fancy and free Nineteen

I stretch your being You respond with shocked intrigue Sparks dance in-between

I’m like a pretzel Simple ingredients And a bit twisted

Darkness envelops Veins of fire rend the abyss God’s awemazing works

Maybe you could teach me how To tighten up my shit And maybe I could show you how To loosen up a bit Maybe we could be the spark

Open your heart to love So you might be able To love your open heart

Elaborate mazes Of conjured phrases Tickle the ear Of literary peers But don’t read the type

I need to be Out in the bush Not just a mere Craving or crush It’s a huge piece

Seems like I’ve tried so many tim… To kill myself but just won’t die Chosen the worst paths and the cri… And always out the other side

I don’t see much the future I don’t remember past I only know this present A gift, that too, shall pass

Don’t give me your heart I can’t bear that pain Being lonely hurts less Than giving you my name

Mostly I want To be myself Something special To someone else

Life after age eight Put downs and berates People don’t like you When they look like fools

The Earth is my Mother The Heavens my Dad I love my Father But I’m a Momma’s boy at heart

I write poetry Put my heart into it ‘Cause there just might be Someone that gives a shit