Notice Me

I want you
To notice me.

Not for what I have done.
Not for the money I’ve made.
Not even for my art.

No.
I want you to notice me.

Me.

The man behind the artifice.
The man behind the smile.
The man behind the mask.

The man writing these words,
Knowing full well that you will never see them.

The man waiting for change,
Knowing full well that you are stuck in your ways.

The man who’s desperately seeking acknowledgement from a dry well. 

I want you
To notice me.

But I know you won’t.

How could you?

You, who was never there.
You, who looked the other way.
You, who set impossible standards.

You, who never wanted anything to do with me.

Isn’t it funny that despite all of this,
I still want you
To notice me?

Notice me.

Me.

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This poem is from the book A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken

Laughing

I don’t want
to be
where
I am

I could move but
there is
nowhere
I can go

I am trapped
inside
my cursed
mind

It follows
me
everywhere
laughing
at my
pain

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This poem is from the book Bound To The Wings Of A Butterfly

Is This?

is this a cry
for attention
or
a cry
for help?
is there really a difference?

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This poem is from the book, ‘Bound To The Wings Of A Butterfly’.

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Birdsong

waking up
to bitter coffee
and a birdsong

breath visible
in the crisp morning air
attention turns inward
finding nothing

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This poem is from the book Bound To The Wings Of A Butterfly