I feel the words I write mean less and less each day.
They blend together and confuse the reader,
Muddle the flow,
As each thought forms a current and pushes in its own direction.
And at this point...
I'm being torn apart.

People notice
They just choose not care
Cameras will not focus
No extra lens to spare
No
No extra lens to share
People kick you down when your at your lowest
Then complain life's not fair
The world we live in is ferocious
But I try not to let it get into my hair
Everyone's hard head like locust
Complain the rules are bogus
But push the good down the stair
People betray the kin who's closest
Then hate God when their hearts broken beyond repair
Stubborn Ignorance is the diagnosis
The world will never change I swear

I would say my bed is the only place
I feel at home anymore but
You are still haunting my dreams
I want to unlace you from my brain,
and rip every stitched piece of you out of
my heart
until red reflects everything,
Like neon street lights,
I want to ask you in the sweetest song
your ears have ever heard
"What does it feel like to be in love"
But my hands shake at the thought
of you not saying
"It's hand crafting every star in the sky to bring out your smile"

There was a moment in time
when all I needed a friend
not knowing where to turn
you showed up out of nowhere
with your hand you would lend
never asking for nothing in return

With your heart love you would send
to remind me that there is someone
who would always be there
and there's people who would always care
through hard times that come our way
to brighten up a rainy day

And though it will never be enough to say
a million times a thank you
I just wanted you to know
that I appreciate all that you done
and will never forget your heart so kind

So with these words I tell to you
thank you for helping me through
with your heart you brought the sun
and through the storms made it shine
to help leave the worries behind
and see a sky cloudy turn blue
Spiritwind ©2016

human life is so weird,
you wake up to an empty bed,
you make a half *** of coffee
because there is no one there to share
it with you,
you stare out the window
and imagine all the couples
sharing the news paper and
a morning cigarette,
you shower,
you get dressed,
you go to a mundane job
that you wish wouldn't **** you,
you come home to a messy flat,
you take off your shoes,
you go to the bathroom mirror
and look at your city filled pores,
you eat dinner,
you go to an unmade bed
that has more pillows than you need
just so it seems like someone else is
sleeping beside you,
you read the book thats been
sitting on your bedside table for
3 months because you just stare
at the word filled pages,
and then, out of nowhere,
you're asleep, dreaming of a different life.