Flood

Sparkles glisten,

A ring twines around her slender finger,

Delicate,

Simple beauty,

Splashes of salted water engulf the wonder,

Floating away in an endless flood,

Never to return,

It is lost at sea. 

Sleepy

Sleepy eyes burn as they try to close,

Try to entice them to open,

They are tranquilized,

As are the drums which generate the heart,

All is numb,

Cold and static. 

Shit always happens

We're all messed up. Humans are natural fuck ups. We stem from a mistake, therefore we are prone to make mistakes. 

Film

The brilliance of this life

Wrenches the heart

Confuses the mind

Flurrying all senses 

Away from reality.

Blissful 

Tantalizing

Wicked.

Discretion is advised. 

Rise Up

The bile rises, 

Anxious hands scramble

For something to hold,

Disheartening thoughts 

Cloud reality,

Nervously moving

Back and forth,

Trying to clean up

All past mistakes,

The toilet looks comforting 

It flushes all my worries

Somewhere else. 

four twenties

Inhale deeply,

Let it penetrate your lungs,

Burning incessantly, 

A lovely fog,

Surrounds your face,

Indulge in paradise,

And all its delights. 

Color Me Happy

I drift through thorn bushes,

Cut incessantly by each dagger,

Scraped,

Caught,

Scared,

I wander aimlessly,

Slowly bleeding,

To my death. 

Pleading Truths Untold

I want to swim through your River,

Inside your flowing veins,

Into the current of your heart,

Slowly floating down,

Atop your waves,

In gentle alliance

With your nature,

Take me under the ripples,

Drown me in your sweet touch,

I want the magic impressed upon me,

As I drift in your River. 

Dwelling on Fate

Fate. The unique force that brings to separated beings together in perfect alignment. It is hard to believe in such a thing when fate seems to have denied you. There are so many people in the world, so many possibilities out there; it seems finding your soul mate is impossible. I can not explain this phenomenon, only allude on it, try to understand it a little bit better. Attraction, commonalities, experiences, desires, worries all have a hand in the bond between two people. A missed encounter is all it takes to deny fate or at least put it off for some time. There is no such thing as sense in this field, only instinct. No reason, no folly. Simply raw knowing. But you won't know until you know. 

Denied a First Breadth

A seed is planted

Under the asphalt, 

Buried with care,

It strives to grow,

Pushing with all force,

Treading toward the sunlight,

The plant withers,

Into the darkness

For all eternity. 

NIght of the Twister

I’m scared and alone. The rain is pounding like small rocks against the building surrounding me. I know not what to do if the tornado comes. I sit on the third floor, confused, by the mass of people on their porches. What are they awing about? I have no one to comfort me or reassure me during this time. I just busy myself with writing and cleaning, hoping it will all go away. If it comes, if I die, no one will know of my writings. No one will come to understand the complexity of yet another human’s mind. The rain slows and quickens to an unheard beat. It falls with might, the thunder and lightening reminders of nature’s authority. Sirens blast in warning. My heart races in anticipation. I am scared and alone. 

Celebration of Sorrow

Alone

On a Holiday

You always celebrate.

Dress up in your nicest dress,

Carefully apply your face,

Fix your hair.

As the asphalt crumbles

Beneath your feet,

A cringe emerges.

Blisters throb as

The heels cut into your feet.

Smile,

It is a happy day.

Families bustle about,

Little children smile for pictures

While popping candies in their mouths.

Remember when this was you.

Tears cloud your eyes,

Do not let them go.

You stand lonely, awkwardly

Waiting for this torture to end.

This dismal day

Lasts forever

Because you are alone. 

Teeth

Strong and white

Glisten in the morning

Waking a heavy sleeper

With their slippery touch

Wet delight warms

Smooth comfort

In every bite,

Wanting more

Till the days end. 

Let Loose By a Folly

Hatred locked in a music box

Is let loose by a folly

Into the world

It roams

Searching for a place

To play.

It rests in people, places

A tragic beat.

Nothing will stop it.

The music remains

Until the day it dies. 

Silence

I look at myself in the mirror

Raw. Bare. True.

Standing there in Silence,

I weep softly. 

No one will hear,

No one will know,

That I stand

With sunken eyes,

Cloudy with rain,

A thinning body,

The bones

Start to poke through.

Pale face,

Looking at nothing

In Silence.

I look at myself in the mirror,

Seeing what everyone else does.

Standing there in Silence.

I know what I know,

I care for what I care.

No one knows what,

No one knows why,

That I believe

In love,

In God,

In redemption.

Reading the past,

I learn great stories.

Writing the present,

I tell wonders

In Silence. 

The Lazy Man Works The Hardest

On track

Got it.

Temptation

Give in.

Off track

Crash.

Learn fast

Give up.

Lie hard

Off the hook.

Make up

Stress out.

Excuse Excuse

No excuse. 

Stress out

Fake out.

Mess up

Too much.

Can I fix this

Can I get away with it?

Help

Beg for help.

God please

Help me.

Never again

Only now.

Never again

Just this once.

Barbie and Skipper are Coming at Me

I am the epitome of a dirty mess. Nothing goes right. I can not lie for my life, and when I do Karma bites me with much force in the butt. I procrastinate, which muddles up life a lot. I loose my phone too much, it is irresponsible and my parents do not forget to yell that over and over. I know I need to straighten up, get my stuff together, grow up; but my mind is not ready to mature quite yet. I am still a kiddie, just slightly older. I am still confused, self conscious, dreamy, learning and exploring. I guess I'll always be a kid in that sense. So why push the maturing? I am sorry I am a screwup. It is the terrible truth. So do not remind me. Leave me be. I'm just a kid, let me play. 

Search for Love

Looking

Searching

Digging

Through the mud

For something true

Something raw

Arms are going limp 

Will not stop

Need to find this gem

An endless hunt

To find emptiness. 

Waving the White Flag Mercilessly

My heart is tearing in two

Not sure what to do

In the mist of all confusion 

There is no glimmer of sun

I wait for a sign 

Hoping to know you are mine

While I wait

For a decisive fate

Acid fills my stomach

Confidence I lack

My skin crawls

My body falls

Knowledge of the truth 

Tramples me with a heavy hoof

Crushing every bone

I can do nothing but moan

Pitifully in defeat

My heart weeps.

A State I Always Knew

Dead.

What is

What has always been.

Truth strikes

The core of pain

Rekindling the notion.

Beauty intoxicates

Blood,

It runs through

Tranquilizing the pain.

Back to 

What is

What has always been. 

Dead. 

Contemplation of Life

Goosebumps travel

Down cold skin

Petrifying the soul

To stand still.

No one comes

Sit alone

Frightened 

Of the present

State of mind.

Numb emotion

Sweeps through veins

An old bullet

Massacring the insides 

Tearing life

To tiny bits.

Words

We speak, write, type, express, enlighten, ignite, command, compel, describe, transcribe with words. Words are the most insatiable gift man has given the world. They enrich everyday life, literature and art. Without words, nothing would be as it is. Nothing would have a name. There would literally be no words to describe anything. I love words. They are beautiful and very much underrated. Every word had a meaning, defined by other words. We associate words with objects, emotions, people, events, time, memories, generes, sounds, smells, tastes, places, religion, fun. Each word has a different context. A sentence can take on a whole new meaning by choosing a certain  synonym for a word. Words. Letters. A magnificent life-altering invention. 

Blank Dial

The people in this world are mostly fucked up. 

Alcoholics 

Druggies 

Pedophiles

Murders

Rapists

Psychopaths

Greedy

Gluttonous

Workaholics 

Bullies

Animal-killers

Plastic Surgery Patients

Depression

Shopaholics 

Selfish 

Power-Hungry 

Our population is infected with people that have problems. Our problems, no matter how miniscule we perceive them to be, deteriorate our insides, eat away our sense and torment our will. Can the madness be stopped? No. But we as an intelligent species can lighten the horror in our society. We have to. Before people stop finding a reason to live, or keep others alive. Before all hell breaks loose. We have to try to ease the growing number of people's individual troubles. How can this be accomplished? I don't know yet. If we keep searching, a solution will be found. We need to let others know they have great potential abilities to utilize, and they are not the only one fighting through rough patches. We need to come together and support those with addictions, disorders, chemical in-balances and warped thoughts. 

A Feigned Face

Smiling and happy,

Nothing is ever wrong

In my perfect life,

No worries

No troubles,

Always a clear mind

Driven to do the right thing,

Bright eyes shining,

Teeth glistening,

I wear an ever present mask.