And at the end of the day
We are all left our own devices
To plot the peaks and highs of our lives
And mend the bridges we have broken along the way
To destroy ourselves once more
Each day at dawn
And resurrect what has already begun to Decay
To follow the clock
On and on
And become mechanized thereupon
To wash off the scars
That have soaked in our skin
And look up to the stars
And pray that we do not wear too thin

But every now and again,
Through the cracks of the asphalt
And cement
A blossom will sprout.
And the clouds will begin to part
So that the forgiven misgivings and
Misfortunes of the past shine through
And when the world stops
And we are suspended in time
We are reminded of what is up above us

We are made to marvel
at the wonders of the Sky

I try to express you what I've been feeling
But this wretched rush is coming up my throat again
This must be you..
I need you to *******.
******* *****.
Should I swallow the bile In hopes it descends deeply and lies in the depths of my ever aching belly?
Or shall hack you up and spit you out and flush you down the drain
Then wash my hands of you?
My finger tips are stained with the nicotine that has been nursing my anxieties lately. How therapeutic these Cigarettes Have been to me.
Scorching my throat as the air fills my lungs
When my lungs finally do give out on me,
I will be numb.
I probably won't even feel it
I haven't been able to breathe in years.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!

The alarm sounds

Yawn deeply and wipe the crust out of your eyes.

Tell your self today will be ok

That you can make it through the day,
if only this day.

Even if it may be your last day on earth,
In that moment;
between the precipice of wasting away
or facing those demons,
In that moment,
You are ready to take on world.
And you will not allow the sadness to get in the way.

Awkwardly awkward
Awkwardly me

Walking at 4am
Through the treacherous streets
Equipped with mase
In hand and at ease

Awkwardly awkward
Awkwardly me

Lack of sleep
Lack of time
Nothing but madness
Madness of all kinds

Drearily drifting
Lonely, its true
Love that is lost
Dreaming of you

A mind of mine own
Don't worry I'm fine
Gone mad but still sane
A madness sublime

Not another to fathom
So blissfully sweet
Awkwardly awkward
Awkwardly me

I've missed you here
I've missed you there
There's really no reason to
But I do.
I could never talk to you
You never really listened
But I miss you
Despite the distance
You were the closest thing to real
The furthest from good
But I miss you
Why? I never understood
But still I miss you and how we used to be
It was the best of times
It was the worst of times
The best type of pain
But I miss you
Despite the cold nights and rain
There's probably someone better that I haven't stumbled upon yet
But I miss you.

All this here
Has torn the curtains Of her mind.
In this,
The glass is broken,  floors warped.
Distorted flashes plague my mind.
And Disfigured illusions play like a movie screen In the inner lids of my eyes.
I key the lock To my inner most thoughts
Only to find my sanity is at stake,
Nearly lost.
I tremble at my being dangling on a single thread
Oh my!
What terror!
Have I truly lost my head?
I am only escaped to tell thee
Archaic words
A literature of trust...

Undress you with my smile
Uncovering all of your secrets
Giving you more definition than ever
I ease inside your mind
to find the poetry
That you've been longing to pour out
Your mouth is wired shut
At a loss for words
But baby our brains feed together
Electric volts revive one another.