The wind stirs
jerking the trees
Shaking away
all the pain
- I mean, rain
from my leaves

Difficulties arise
competing with
all of these
fallacies
surrounding me

We're incomplete
receiving till we overheat
technology's consuming me

Because what you see
it isn't me
it isn't me
system's overloading

We've got to dilate our minds
- disconnect to reconnect -
evaluate your time.

I am
The Listener

The one
They always come to

Breathing in circles
A dizzying dance of
Meloncholy song

I take in every beat

Each note plucking
Heartstrings

I listen - I absorb

It repeats

But when does The Listener
Get to sing?

Those songs - they never end

There isn't any room
For new melodies

For, it is The Listener - who allows
This space
For notes to flutter along freely

So,
When the air becomes thick
With minor chords

And the space is forever gone

Just remember

You never got to

Hear

The Listeners Song.

Outside my window, dull light peers through
bringing with it a solemn feeling, cold and still
an ache deep within, to escape to faraway places
filled with the warmth of the sun, warming me to my bones
awakening my soul, like an old candle finally lit
a burning, a yearning to brighten this room
casting whimsical shadows on the walls, stories to tell all
of worries turned into hopes, learn to cope anyways
move on with the day, skip along to the song playing
playfully in my heart, dancing like a child
alone in her room, singing into her brush
hair in a tangled mess, I must confess
the music caressed, moving me to a rhythm only my soul knows
blind to the outside world, on the other side
of my window.

I always believed
that if you want it
then you can have it,
only
by reaching for it
you can feel it.
The moon is too far
to reach, yet
the gravel below,
dust on it’s surface,
rock just beneath
my feet.
Firm to the core, I
cannot fall through.
But I can float
elegantly
across it’s surface,
like petals in the wind.
It will not go anywhere,
it is isolated in the dark,
but only through the darkness
can it shine
the brightest.

Eclipsed,
by the curve
of your lips.
I unveil my eyes,
no longer blind
to icky little tricks
sewn closely
to your wrists.
Go...
go ahead now,
voodoo what you do.
Dizzy silly dazzled minds,
fracturing the rules.
Déjà vu wouldn't help.
No chance to reverse
ticking clocks
on the shelf,
soaring through the universe
of
yourself.

I feel alone in this storm,
this mess
this silent chaos,
unexpressed
not willing to swallow my pride
I hide
behind waves of smiles
waves of lies
pretending
to be afloat
as my vision splits
in half
of what I let you see
those gentle waves
that try to carry me
but underneath
I’m being pulled
by strong currents
dark and cold
trying to drown me
though,
I try to wait it out
waiting for the drought
but I can only tread for so long

I'm not here
to stay
I'm just passing through
Like the wind
on a stormy day
turning leaves as it may do

Darkness is here
beneath the canopy
where tiny insects inject
venom with apathy
Swiftly spinning
webs
of solitude
watching you
taunting you
wanting you to intrude
Lingering notions
of spraying potions;
hypnosis
You're helpless
and hopeless
Unconscious
and motionless
Can't you hear the cries?
From the spirits
fallen victim to
all of it's lies,
gripping you with eyes
grinning
at it's winning
of your steady
slow
demise.

Within these walls
I call my home
a roaring white tiger
freely roamed

terrified
in disbelief
disguise and shelter
is what I seek

an empty closet
appeared as promising
to which I discovered
surprisingly puzzling

a protruding backpack,
what a heavy load
took up such space,
the door would not close

from which the white tiger
would poke and ****
but did not nip,
which I thought to be odd

the next thing I knew,
my back became bare
the door opened wide
without even a care

approaching the beast
with my head held high
I walked towards the exist
with the beast by my side

out in the yard;
a fence and a leash
for which was to withhold
this unruly white beast

though, as I held
that anchoring chain in one hand
a glimpse into pure eyes,
forced my soul to expand

and in that moment,
without second thought
I no longer desired
this creature to be caught

a sense of release
overcame my tight grip
as a breath of relief
fell from my lips

Hypnotized
  by the
    graceful
       sway
         of
           a
    broken
  web
dancing
along  
side
   its  
    shadow
      to the  
        winds
     whispering
        songs