Homeward Bound

The saying, "home is where the heart is," even though somewhat laughable, reigns some truth. Home is a place where one is brought up, where you learn and develop into the person you eventually become. Since your home was a vital make up of most of you, some part will always be attached there. 

Togetherness

We

Talk together

Walk together

Smoke together

Eat together

Drink together

Float together

Burn together

Party together

Fly together

Drive together

Sleep together,

Me and my friends. 

ode to chairs

I sit by the door

Contemplating my departure

Contemplating your arrival

I sit by myself

Thinking about life

Thinking about you

I sit by a tree

Wanting to melt into it

Wanting to be a part of you

I sit by a baby

Awing its cuteness

Awing my incline to you

I sit by you

Needing to love you

Needing you to love me. 

Speakless

Why are you

Sitting all alone?

Why are you

Talking to yourself?

I try so hard

To let you know

How    I      Feel. 

Why do you 

Play with you eyelashes?

Why do you 

Take so many drugs?

I can't find

The right words to describe

The way I feel

About you. 

How we float

Endless colors swirl 

Into the air

Falling up

Falling apart

Toward Heaven

Taking me with them

Unknowingly 

I follow in peace

Heaven forbid

I come too soon.

Place of Eternal Happiness

We run

On the winding road

Passing beds of wild flowers

And huge trees which ornament the earth

To a place

Full of harmony 

Peacefully placed by the ocean

Living together

In beauty 

I cry tears of joy

I am finally home

Where we run free and wild

Through sand and water

Picking flowers 

And placing them in our hair

Feeling, experiencing and loving

Life. 

Leave Town

Give your clothes away

Drop your wallet

Run far away from home

Tear off your watch

Get lost in time

Drive into a junk yard

Walk away with your book bag

Carry what you need

Into the distance. 

Human Water

Warm liquid collects in my tear ducts

Ready to burst forth at any moment

I try to hold them back

But gravity wins

And they trickle slowly down my pale face

Salty fluid caresses my skin

Moist and glistening

Runs onto the floor

Creating ripples of sadness.

They come faster now

Not able to stop

Erupting silently 

Saying more than I ever could

Clearly pronouncing my state

They comfort me

Exposing my soul

To the world. 

Another sad song

What do we know?

Nothing. 

It is all a game,

A joke,

A war.

Life combines all three.

We live,

We disappoint, 

We worry,

We take shit,

We make shit,

Try to find our fit, 

And drown in the process. 

Life sucks,

Then you die. 

Tears. 

whY control?

The controlling factor in this life overwhelms by being. I am sucked un-willfully into this harsh, greedy society, drawn into its universal hatred. I cannot seem to make it out.  I will never be good enough, driven enough, smart enough according to my father.  No one understands the confusion I face everyday. Life is way too complicated. I am tired of the unnecessary complications thrown at me. I just want to live freely and love freely. I suppose that is too much to ask. So I sit here, in this brainwashed world, trapped, screaming for help, knowing none will come for everyone is too busy trying to win the money race. 

Brainless

Help me

I need 

someone

to give

me direction

in life

I'm lost 

in my own

mind

swimming in an 

endless

whirlpool

of crazy

gone inside 

theory of one woman

What if we are all searching for our "soul mates." Until we find that eternal love, each soul will be reincarnated until LOVE is found, because only until we attain that ultimate love of loving and being loved, we can not enter eternity, so our restless souls will not rest until it has found its soul mate. 

The Haunting of Old Things

I confuse myself so well. I want this, I want that; I don't know what the hell I want. I've made a lot of mistakes. All things haunt me in this life. No understandable help is offered. My old soul aches for love and comfort. I stand alone once again, staring into the endless ocean of my fears with wonder. 

My Bell Jar.

I cannot handle the simple stresses of day to day life. I'm slowing sinking into a dark abyss, where there is not a single glimmer of light to pull me back up. Drifting there, I squeeze into fetal position, protecting my head and my heart, even though I know there is no way to save me now. I am vulnerable to every pain. I can do nothing. I drift into my bell jar.