Such a word
only a word

only a word
to me

there is none
whom i "trust"

i wish there was
someone to talk to
about everything
but the truth is
there isn't

to relay on completely
to keep my words
to understand them
none

sadly, i am a lock
few hold the key
too bad
the lock is broken

she used to be afraid
to drown in pool water
but now her thoughts
tell her to jump further

"Don't stop dreaming" crooned a voice in my ear
But dreaming re-enforces fear
Slumber comes and shreds my thoughts
Subconscious wars are brought and wrought.

Inside my skull holds evidence of
Bruised purples and nightmare reds
Sleep shreds my mind between its teeth
And wretches it across; bequeath

Across the walls, across the room
Across the shadows, through the gloom

If only you knew the damage caused
a few small words said and forgotten
days and hours of painful analysing
awake late at night, cold sweat haze
reliving, re-enacting, in my mind
caught in a time trap, held on repeat
left on my own, locked in this hurt
I hear my voice repeat as I cry
eternally asking the question, why?

You said a thousand things

With a thousand tears

And with a thousand tears

I just have one thing to say

I dont want you to go away

I want you here for a thousand years.

There’s something poetic about the color red.
The irony in its symbols.
The way the representations clash.
Red; some think of love.
Red; others think of danger,
Of hatred.
Or, really,
Red is a metaphor in itself.
As it does,
In fact,
Represent love and danger.
Love can be dangerous

Roses are red.
Many think them to be beautiful.
People also see the devil as red.
Many assume him to be ugly and intimidating.
Red is not a discriminating color.

The American flag has red.
Red can mean freedom.
Red can mean good.
The ****’s used the color red.
Red can be a cage.
Red can be evil.

Red is like people,
Human, but not all the same.
Some are black and some are white.
Some are in between.
Some are gay and some are straight.

Humans are like red.
Some are good and some are evil.
Some love and some hate.
Some are dangerous and some aren’t.
All this in one species.
All this in red.
Red is,
Sort of,
A Poetic Color.