My favorite friends

I will give you it all
everything i have
if only to save myself
from myself

i will give you the clothes off my back
i will stay long after its over
because between me and you I've got nothing better to do

i will let you say what you want
and do how you please
unlike me you weren't born on your knees

i just want you to take me in
help me up off the floor
i will wait for you
cause i don't know what else to do

I'm here for as long as you need me
through the night and early morning
i hope I've given you my best

i wish the greatest success
no malice in my thoughts
hopeful you will keep wining

i have no preference
i don't care whats left at the end
i hope that even though you hate me
i can can still call you my friend

i just want you to take me in
help me off the floor
i will wait for you
cause i don't know any better

take me in and take me apart
paint my face cut my heart
i will lay silently
i will take it crying quietly

to be hated is better than ignored
i love your looks of annoyance
i cherish your hurtful hands
i cant wait to be used again
then i know you remember me for something

i don't want off the floor
walk on me if you want
I'm here for the birds
because no one wants the whole
they will take these pieces
and leave me with the bones

Writer

To be a lamb or to be a lion

To which way does the grapevine grow

When it's snowing is it raining

When it's raining does it snow

Do you find solace in simple things

Or do have a need for raw and unrelenting 

I myself find solace in my heart

A gift of which sets all of us apart 

From the sky and the ground

The water and the fire

From known and unknown 

It's always a test so grab your pencil

And sprint as fast as you can 

Most extraordinary thought in others as well as yourself.

I hear them the whispers

What do you stand for?

What do you stand for?


This is the daily grind
time we don't want to find
so full it will destroy your mind

The pencil is blind
white paper all lined
with tape we are kind

Said destruction self inflicted
the masses they are addicted
average minds oh so afflicted

With yellow  lines they are restricted
creative mind is to be evicted
this story's end is just as predicted

with a slow and steady pace
we run a never ending race
identity by numbers not by face

these finger prints to easy to trace
this heart shaped hole an empty space
giant guns in hand they lace

going as far as the end of time
skew the surface cover up a crime
charge us a dollar for every dime

Our bread contains the grime
DNA dipped in radioactive slime
the only real numbers are prime

to begin again is to lie
to fall in line is not to try
to keep on fighting is to die

Give me liberty or give me death
no better words have used such breath
only a man whose words have never slept



This is an Original poem by TheHMelton 2013
http://wydk1997.blogspot.com/

What is it when you have a chance to be apart of something so great yet, you will never truly be a part because it's to late your to old you have no chance of truly be accepted and thought of as one of those kids; Those wonderful people who have a chance to do so much and be so many things I wish I wasn't so old, I had hoped it would never be to late but if the very best I can get out of a legacy is a flash of happiness and a glimmer of hope that, someday I could be a part of something truly a part then it's worth the waiting, the worrying and, the dreams that won't come true right now in fact it's worth anything in the world to me.

To Stella and Harry with unconditional love I said I would never give. Your my whole world, I want nothing more than to love you and be with you always.

I hear a sound of little tiny feet

although said foot is not yet set
these decisions I've yet to regret

the clock tics forward unrelenting in speed
the people grow furious driven with need

slumber turns men into fools and women into slaves
want and need become one when everyone craves

lovely and pure unrelenting affection
feeling is given in lethal injection

terror and hysteria, misguided and misunderstood
in a world always failure, never thought that you could

this dust on your shoes yearns to be thrown
speak so little your voice is no more than a moan

dry and cracked lips kiss your forehead to slumber
your mother is old so she starts to look younger

water becomes no better than sand
all of this time so much unplanned

but wait I see tiny toes that seem to float away
with youthful wings you won't want to stay

I feel little hands so soft guide me through
so strong and sweet no question he knows what to do

I hear the sound of little tiny feet
and with her smile, my heart gave another beat.