Do you think I can break free from this mental cell where my eyes are pinned open but my mind is deep asleep Self sealed Things were getting a little wild Why do all the bad things make me smile Everything toxic is so out of style I keep on staring and I can't even see Whatever it is left inside of me I've carried the eyes of a feral child A torn disguise well worn and used A wild youth with a blow torch mouth Is certainly not easily diffused Twenty years past my mind is bruised Lynched and cynched like a fistful of sand But my...
Everyday thereafter has been exhilarating. With each gradual step I rise and I breath to lead a new deliberating me. I'm consciously aware of the surroundings that have impaired my freedom of self discovery. The alleviating sound of harmoniously blessed grounds being paved down beneath my saved soul - lets me know, I won't be making this journey alone.
I can clearly see the horizon stretched five feet seven inches high, and I, have become the accumulation of earth and its heavenly skies. And...
Thick and stagnant air fills my lungs. I breathe in deep, life draining away. I scream and nothing is released, hear my pain, and see me struggle, watch me suffocate. Before the lights go out I find the door - open it - do you feel that? A cold piercing wind blows almost through me, almost lifting me off my feet. I collapse into its embrace and allow it to carry Me away. No more sadness, no more solitude - just weightlessness and my breath. My chest rises and falls, tears wad over my face. Inside he resides, my love long lost. Everything I know, I...
Late last night my soul was disturbed. I was tensed and uncomfortable. I left our bed and sluggishly entered our bathroom. Leaning over the porcelain basin I lifted my head and looked at myself in the Mirror.
“where are you?” I wanted to ask, but just how ridiculous would I look talking To myself? Instead, I looked deeply into my own eyes and tried to find the boy I Once was. Strangely I think he was looking back…I looked deeper and surely enough There he was trying to see the man he would one day become.
I'm hurt and beat. Laying down in defeat. I lay here on the floor. Unsure of what to do anymore. Not wanting to feel this way. But on the ground I still lay. What steps do I take? Which choices do I make? I no longer wish to hide. From the sorrow inside. Trying to stand my ground. With the vigor I've found.
Jeans, such wretched and irritating fabric Enthalpy, the retention and release of heat Energy, the vibration and radiation of all cosmic beings No, recognize that saying no is ok Opulent, you own everything Rudimentary, poetry is archaic, lacking complexity, but making up doubly in its beauty
I think of you like a brother Let’s just be friends You deserve better I would be poison for you Nice guys finish last I’m comfortable with how things are Life is complicated right now I just don’t see you that way
I get that I’m good Just not bad enough I deserve someone good Someone that’s not you You try to be nice Well, usually anyway But after 30 years of rejection I’ve had enough. I’m away.