I’m addicted to the feel of cold metal sliding across bare flesh
Addicted to the instant
when nothing marks smooth skin
immediately before
red rivers rapidly rise
painting a once white canvas
with a flood of emotion,
tears on my cheeks,
sobs caught in my throat,
numbness replaced by pain & sadness.
Addicted to the imperfection
of red welts and dotted scabs that follow,
fingers drawn like magnets
to the texture of healing skin,
tracing over and over and over now fading ridges
Amazed that I am strong enough
to heal myself over and over and over.
Convincing myself that I am strong enough.
I find strength in my weakness.

Every thing
is an issue
the minutiae of living
affects me and you

if I were nothing
I'd suffer no blue
that would be an absurd thing
it couldn't ever be true!

You can’t tell
How much fakeness in this world
Fake souls
Walking like deadly zombies
You can’t see it
Until it shows everything in front of you
For the right time and moment

When you realize that people have masks
And you don’t know which one to trust
They hide their ugly truth
From the public eye
Fake smiles
The creation of dramas
Start with them
Just to live the lies
That they put around
Their poison words
It will effects your mind
The true colors will show soon
It will effects their skin
Just like a chameleon

Wonders of life
Trying to survive the fakeness
You can’t read them
Until they show it
Music is the only real friend
That you trust
It keeps you real all the time
No matter what life gives you
It will be there for you

When the Poet in me goes
on the prowl,
Words become prey!