He seems to have two spirits
I don't know
What it is
But it feels
Like ones gone
and another
is running the show
one in the past
another in the present
one for passion
another for life...

I live on the boat that smiles
It sails on the waves that laugh
The sun shines down from the sulking clouds
The water glitters with the distant past

Human

Human
please let it be human

I can hear it whispering
saying my name

I can feel the goosebumps
as they tighten my skin

It's breath
So cold
It could freeze
the warmth of any soul

"Do you love me?"

My heart twisted in my chest
blood rushed to my cheeks

"No."

My vision began to fade
I could feel its icy grip
around my neck
burning
"I never did, and I never will."

I see the joy
sparkling in his eyes

Like a kid
in a mans body

Wise
yet still playful

Grounded
Meticulous

His presence
is comforting
powerful

I see the age in his face
like the surface of the earth
worn
but not exhausted

Tears
Tears falling
Down
Down
Staining my cheeks

Love
My love
I need you

near
near me
to hear me
say I love you

Far too much time has passed
since the colors of your eyes
have embraced mine

Too long
Since the song of your voice
has enchanted my ears

Since your arms
have warmed my
withering soul

Love
My love
when will I see you again

I need you near

near me
to hear me say
I love you

My love
when will I
hold you again

I need you near me
to heal me
to fill the lonely holes I've made

My world is silent
empty
I'm anxious

Afraid

Love
My love
when will I see you again

I need you near
near me
to hear me say
I love you

I need you near
near me
to hear you say

I love you too.

You compel yourself to rise at the break of dawn,
yearning for a day
wrought with promise,
aspiring to evolve
into a finer version of yourself.
After a few gentle reassurances,
you become acutely aware of an amiable
yet slightly alien sensation—Happiness.
You relish this ephemeral joy,
cognizant of its fleeting nature.
However,
the instant you pass through
those well-trodden portals,
you seamlessly metamorphose into that polished,
ostentatious facade
that society demands.
You squander invaluable energy upon others,
along with your dwindling patience.
At day’s end, you find yourself utterly spent,
clutching the scant remnants of vitality
you valiantly preserved.
As you extinguish the lights,
you descend into a vast abyss of darkness,
relishing fleeting tranquility,
only to swiftly confront the bitter truth
of your exhaustion—
exhausted
from being fractured,
deceived,
belittled,
and loathed;
wearied of existence itself.
Gradually,
you retreat into the recesses of your mind
where you have lingered endlessly,
surveying the dimly lit room
as each object
dissolves into nothing more than shadows.
Then, silence envelops the world,
Poised
for your next act.
The solitary sound that emerges
is not of this earthly realm;
it is a voice—
one that might be deemed
Otherworldly,
insidious,
ghostly,
and extraordinarily compelling,
twisting tender words of comfort
into nefarious fabrications
aimed at your undoing,
and yet you embrace them,
soon feeling the anguish
of fresh wounds
as the warm crimson rivulets trace your skin.
Your body, finally ceasing its tremors from indignation,
becomes inundated with remorse.
You adorn yourself in fabric to conceal your suffering,
and with every sharp sting that the cloth inflicts,
you reproach yourself for your capitulation.
Your eyes brim with tears
that your weakened spirit cannot shed,
as you ensconce yourself within your sheets,
ensnared in the turmoil
of overthought and
relentless regret.
You surrender to slumber,
devoid of dreams or visions,
merely enveloped in whispering darkness—
another fleeting experience you cherish,
knowing you shall awaken anew,
resurrected with courage,
fully aware that this cycle
shall perpetuate with
relentless,
cold efficiency,
ad infinitum.

Quiet
Chaos


Silent
Death


Obsessive
Greed


Abundant
Arrogance


Perched

Upon a bridge


Overlooking

The waters
of Virtue

Glimpsing

the reflections
Of our sullied souls


We dared
to embrace

The Demon
That told us to Jump
Now

we look Up at it,

Expectantly
As our heads

Sink beneath the surface
Forever blind

Silent
Consumed
Benighted

You bellow my appellation,
unworthy soul
you vociferate
proclaiming
my worthlessness.

Your cries echo
with ignorance,
lamenting my alleged
idleness
and ineptitude,
prophesying
my perpetual failure.

Yet, I shall Pivot,
standing resolute,
a smile
gracing my visage
as I regard you
and declare,

'One day,
I shall bask in Prominence

One day,
Prosperity
shall be mine.
Joy
shall accompany me,

I Will be Industrious and
Honor Will Adorn Me

I will Ascend
Far beyond your reach,
and you will remain oblivious
ensnared
in the depths
of your own despair,
until you glimpse my face
from an exalted realm,

a perspective
forever unattainable
to you.

My gaze ascends from the ground,
My vision, clouded by unshed tears,
My heart, a tempest of fervor,
As I behold her.

Her beauty
withers my self-assurance
and strips me of joy.

My thoughts
throb and seethe with envy;

Her smile, so resplendent
and enchanting
It bears an ominous weight.

Her poise
feels unjustly bestowed upon me,

Her flawlessness,
exquisite.

Yet her gaze remains frigid
and abyssal,
Revealing an existence
that is bleak
and devoid of affection.

Some good things
must come to an end
like the connection
from friend to good friend

People make promises
that they fail to keep
and stick their heads in
where heads should not peep

and their noses by far
are the worst you see

They have no respect
for your privacy

Why throw stones
when you can shoot bullets
at the sculpture of life
and completely destroy it

then proceed to blame others
for your downfalls in life

and to yourself,
Continue to lie

There are many things in life
that you simply can't change
you can only numb
the heart-wrenching pain.

Don't get caught up
in lives that aren't yours.
If it ain't your desk,
Don't open the drawers…

No soul dares to acknowledge the existence of demons
Until they find themselves ensnared by one.

A specter that raps upon the recesses of their consciousness
Pleading for admission

Vowing to eradicate the tumult within
Vowing tranquility
Joy
Equilibrium
Fortitude

Elements foreign to its essence
Elements it possesses not the power to bestow.
Its singular ambition is annihilation,

While the vessel must endure the burden
Of the shattered bastions
Of their disintegrating reason.

Until the remnants of despair suffocate their spirit
And consign them to an abyss of beguiling,
interminable shadows,
Where the sole sound
Is the reverberation
Of triumphant laughter

I awoke

With little surprise

at the rope

slithering over my wrists

and the chains

laced around my ankles

I look around

Unappalled

by the emptiness

of this space

by the lack of light

that should otherwise be flooding

this vast,

hollow void.

I shout

for help

for mercy

for peace

My pleas

stream from my mouth

and echo around my head

ricocheting off the edges

of what seems

to be the world

expanding

Filling the deepest depths

of the darkest places

I listened

Unfazed

to the faded ringing

of impending silence

and the rise of cruel laughter

and yelps of glee

at my despair

at my sorrow

at my weakness

at my anger

and my hunger

for freedom

Deafened

by my cold

shattered

heartbeat

by my racing thoughts

and the apathetic symphony

that floats through the air

Filled with frustration

bent by rage

beat down

broken

exhausted

I choke back tears

and bite my tongue

I close my eyes,

shutting off the world before me

And I wait

Hoping

to feel a trickle of hope

a few drops of courage

Confused

and disappointed

by the sharp numbness

that filled my soul

I wondered

Will I be like this forever?

or is this the point where silence

will amount

to light

to strength

and to happiness?

I don’t think they heard me
When I said I’m not okay
No one moved to comfort me
Or light my birthday cake

I don’t think they heard me
When I said “I’m feeling blue”
I was told to “ just cheer up”
“It’s completely up to you”

I don’t think they heard me
My tear-filled wails of pain
Cuz they were soon cut short
By the angry sound
Of my first and middle name

I don’t think they saw me
When i began to disappear
I don’t think they really cared
They said
“Shes never, ever here”

I don’t think they saw me
My withered, cracking shell
“She never eats or sleeps or drinks,
Shes putting us through hell.”

I don’t think they saw me
Standing right before their face
They told me“we’re sick of the lies and
all your tears are fake”