The horror
I experienced

The pain
I ached with

The confusion
I faced

The stress
I battled

The uselessness
I adopted

The guilt
I tended to

The horror
I experience

The pain
I ache with

The confusion
I face

The stress
I battle

The uselessness
I adopt

The guilt
I tend to

The memories I
hold on to unwillingly

Dismissed

without

a

single

word.

We cannot begin
to fathom
the hues of life,
painting an image
with only a fraction
of the possibilities
and capabilities.

We settle
for only
the tubes I have
to create something
beautiful in its own light,
but just
not quite

rite.

the vibrations of silent music
an invisible hug
walking barefoot in the grass
your first breath

Schrodinger's cat rehashed
plants in the wrong habitat
ants crawling up and down your flesh
pins and needles writhing in your stomach

the first sign of spring
being encased in bubble wrap
walking on a cloud in the sky
a new life

until they open the door
and the steel shatters

Life -

absolutely everything
but white nothingness

the same word repeating
over with consciousness

a mix of new and old
real and other-worldly

a ticking clock of gold
heading towards eternity

full of empty promises and mistakes
waiting to be made

plump, sweet, moist cake
tempting and searched mad

giving possible anything
and taking everything

the most painful
the most terrifying
the most intense
the most deadly

but why do we continue this trap
if we know the horror it entails?

for the moments of pure happiness
for the thrill of the chase
for creating the unknown
for the endless giggles

everyone has their own reason,
some doesn’t even know that reason exists
and some do it for the wrong reason
yet here we are

until we aren’t.

Every day consists of
seconds and moments stitched together,
letters and ink endlessly connected,
steps and hurdles effortlessly taken,
connections and pathways formed into a web,
decisions and intentions made into actions,
thoughts molded into conversations,
tasks turned into passions.

Many remain unhappy
because of the way the world has
changed, demoralized, mutilated, twisted
how we approach these things that occur in a day;
now turned into a survival of the fittest,
skewed and bribed until there isn’t anyone left.

It all seems pretty silly
until you too are put in the ring
and expected to be torn to shreds;
there is no way you can come out unscathed,
and suddenly you find yourself with all the others.

The song
Echoes
In another land,
In another tongue,
In another life.

The cracks
Ricochet
In the road,
In the wood,
In the skin.

The chains
Shackle
The prisoner,
The lock,
The mind.

The darkness
Disguises
The path,
The crime,
The joy.

The light
Blinds
The moon,
The screen,
The sadness.

The journey
Imprints
The road,
The shoes,
The soul.

The silence
Scars
The concentration,
The room,
The heart.

There's a constant war,
Each day a battle,
Some days I win,
Some days I lose horribly,
But every day,
I have to deal
With the trauma
of yesterday's bloodshed