I belong behind a Piano
fingers gently splayed across the keys
keeping time with my toes
I long to have a Cello between my knees
the button
pressed against my chest
every note vibrating through my limbs
my shoulder and right hand feels empty
without a Violin to keep them company
weaving my melody through the air with silver thread
stitching together the accompaniment and counter melody
while the bass thrums through the floors fusing us together with it’s
heartbeat
my fingers twitch filled with the need to touch the thin cords of a Harp
every lyrical note smoothing my frayed edges
lulling me into a daze
colors swirling behind my half lidded eyes
the lullaby flows from my fingertips
softly wrapping itself around me like a safety blanket
the musician in me craves music the way a ****** needs ******
my body sways to the music in my head
my soul belongs to the thrum and hum of the music
my heart belongs to the bone deep vibrations of every note
surrounded by music
the heartbeat of the bass pulsing through my veins
I have found where I belong
the place my soul, body and mind finds peace
I have found home
in the reverberating notes of the Cello
the thrumming heart of the Bass
the steady pulse of the Piano
the lilting lullaby of the Harp
and the Violin’s silver melody

lately i have been asking myself
how my love for you has not yet dwindled
into nothing but a ghost
after all
you have broken my heart into pieces
too sharp to gather without cutting my fingers
on the edges.
my fragmented sanity has become a dagger
that you have used to stab my chest
and the tears grazing my cheeks
taste as bitter as the words
that i wish i had the courage to say to you.

(k.t)

our physical bodies are trapped
inside an ever-fluxing cosmos
in this dear hairline crack of time
and yet still our existence is stressed

operate quicker
get there sooner
figure life out faster

that we never stop to think
how shameful we are to rush
in a delicate presence
that is a momentary blush

As you sit their with your white skin
blowing bubble gums
becoming one with your phone
as you research the latest drama
blasting music from the latest artist
I wonder is that all you are?
Is your beauty just the make up and attitude towards life
Now trust what I say you're gorgeous
But as you stroke your pants and you stare at me with those blank eyes
Touching your cheeks to make sure you aren't "fat"
Wearing clothes to show off your "personality"
Something about how you look
Attracts me to you
and as you nibble your finger nail
and give me a small side glance
as you quickly turn away
and imagine days on the beach
I look at you and imagine the same thing
To bad our personalities
are to distinct
To finally become one

The world is fake.
An empty play dough
world where all our
heads are in clouds
of derealization.
We’ve lost our touch
with reality
running razors across
our bellies.
Our mind a shaking
bath tub full of
water and bubbles.
Tap it.
Ripple. Splash it.
Wave.
Shake in it.
You’re gone
in the tsunami
Of bubbles over the
side.
You disrupted the peace.
Now you’re cold among
all the popping bubbles.

You made the world a
trembling earthquake of
pain. And it will not
have your *******.

   You are books left
   alone on the library
   tables. Scattered.
   Disorganized. You are
   a mess. You are frowned
   upon. Nobody’s going to
   pick you up. Well not
   until someone who under
   stands the code on your
   spinal cord and
   can handle you like a
   problem, when you want
   to be opened. And your
   pages caressed and your
   tears and rips cried over like
   they should be. Have someone
   finger your creased pages
   as they read the heart breaking
   parts.

       But they put you back
       in your a slot. Where
       you “belong.”
           And you sit there
           silently screaming “learn me"

Kiss the concrete
as you fall for
me
as I am drowning
in you.