she'd learnt to keep a shallow mind
so people didn't have to swim
and it led them all to think they knew
the thoughts she held within
but below the wading pool she made
was a world left unexplored
an ocean of her feelings
hidden under the pools floor
the waters turned to blackness
where not even she had dared to go
stretching from behind her eyes
to the ends of all her toes
she didn't want to dive right down
and find what lay hidden there
because she knew with all deep water
came a deadly lack of air
but she didn't foresee the lonely boy
who found a crack in her cement
broke free of her wading pool
and into the darkness he went
he told her not to fear her thoughts
as he took her by the hand
and swam with her to places
that their lungs could not withstand
in their newfound love they both forgot
the importance of their breath
and interwoven in the world they found
they both drowned in its depths

You think you know me. But you see only what I show you. A reflection of the symphony inside my ribs, caged for eternity in a heart that you feel beating but will never hear.

I have shown you what is lost. I hope for redemption besides your flesh but I am not looking to be saved by you. I use you the same way you use me. At night, the darkness peers in and I allow it to consume me, the way you consume me.  Bite by bite. Inch by inch. Slowly.

I am a jungle and you must cross my tangled flesh intentionally, carving out a path decisively or you will be lost under the moon without any sympathy. I dare you to find a forest more treacherous than that of my heart. A territory uninhabited. You are a savage and I think I’d let you in.

the man on the roof
was a fool of which those around me concur
doing nothing at all
causing nothing less than an unending stir
so i walked on by
as my mind remained dry
from the corner of my eye
i realized.
the Man on the Roof was I
and my self-understanding had died.

You're a pair of fishnets kept together by safety pins
A 4 A.M. dream that takes its previous time
A waste of a waste of your own medicine
Sure,I meant what I said,
And I do ever so apologize.
But , to love me is to love yourself in return.

So the prison population is going.
And many under this impression rehabilitation works.
But only if they are determine to change theirs ways.

Best mind games of inmates is played upon the counselors.


So inmates crying about the fool.
But your decision placed you there.
Time to complain shouldn't concern the food.
For steak, and others great food you deserve not to see.


So serve your time wisely.
Abide by the rules and regulations before you.
Obviously tricks ranks high within many prisoners hearts.

Where they learn to see no evil?
Speaks no evil runs high.
When they must confront schemes of the other guy.

Criminals go nothing else to do but bid time.
Until that day when they must die.

Coming to the realization
that I am depressed
is frightening.
I do not need a doctor to tell me, I do not need a father to pray for me,
all I need
is to be alone.
Process things for a bit.
And maybe,
live a little
****
Exotic
Paradoxical
Respective
Extreme
Super
Serious
Interestingly
Odd
Numbing


disorder.

Waves crash like your dreams
Changing and always rolling toward the shore
Loves are sea splattered
Your smiles are beach drenched
Seaweed in your hair
And you present a mystery