i am not
a nail to hang a picture
a switch to turn on a light
a key to open a door
a broom to sweep a floor

so why must you think
it is okay
to treat me like these few?
i am a person
a mind
a soul
i was not made
to be used


- j.m.d.

Sometimes, Saturdays are too quiet
silence swallows thoughts
about papers and parties
woes and worries
about exams and events
and leaves too much room for your words
that reverberate in my skull

In youth, it was a way I had
   To do my best to please,
And change, with every passing lad,
   To suit his theories.

But now I know the things I know,
   And do the things I do;
And if you do not like me so,
   To hell, my love, with you!

Look into my eyes
and say with me,
*"I am worthy of love."

Listen
Listen now
He doesn't sleep here
Anymore.

Smile
Smile somehow
He walks upon that shore.

Look
Look inside
Look inside yourself.

Dream
He's dreaming
You'll find him in your dreams...
Somehow.

4/18/14

I call her Moon.
              Why, you ask?
Because she is light
     when my nights are heavy.

r ~ 4/24/14

Possible side effects may include
Dizziness
Nausea
Loss of appetite
Possible side effects may include your intestines slipping out, wrapping cold coils around your neck, kissing your purple eyelids, and begging you to jump

Possible side effects may include your lungs crying bible hymns with razor tongue accuracy through muted chokes

Possible side effects include finger nails scratching piano ivory on a Sunday service

Do not repent your sins to a church that gave you this bottle
They prescribed you a god and you swallow his followings again and again
Just like youre told
Doctor dosages of high mortality

Side effects may include atheism