Every day
EVERY
DAY

My day
embodies
insanity

I go to sleep
thinking
(hoping, wishing
promising?
{lying}
hoping)

That tomorrow
(today)
I'll be better

I'll be different

My days will start
with coffee
(only coffee)

I will skip the
vices
that call to me

That tell me
you want this
(you need us)

We will not let you
survive
without us

You must
You
must

Imbibe

You chose us

And now
there is no
escape

Welcome to
your
life.

This is your choice.

I sat there when the world was done,
Just as I had when it had just begun.
A pin drop now and then,
A pin drop here and there;
A pin drop can be heard from on my list'ning chair.

I heard them coming for him then;
An angry king and forty-thousand men.
I poised and reached to warn,
But nothing I declared.
If only mine was more than just a list'ning chair.

I've overheard the mighty fall,
And some may say that I have heard it all.
But nothing I have said;
At nothing I have stared--
No room for speech or sight atop my list'ning chair.

No creature have I touched,
No feeling have I shared--
No room for anything but sound atop my chair.

A poem can't fail
Writing can't end.
There's always more to tell,
There's writing to amend.
The only poem I think
That can actually sink
Is the one left unfurled.
Unreleased to the world.
Don't leave those thoughts
In your artist's mind.
Such a shame it should rot
When you have the time.
You have a story to be told.
Let the barriers of your mind unfold.

Trapped in my mind, locked up and unaware of time.
Thoughts fill, negative space becomes occupied.
My lungs collapse under the pressure over my body.
Bubbles escape me and reflect the beauty of my savior.
I'm released and your presence presents me with a breath of fresh air
and the light from the knowledge that you truly care.

When you see glimpses
of me walking through the hallway,
climbing out of my car,
and holding the door for the person behind me;

When you see
my eyes blinking,
my legs moving,
and my hands grasping a pen
   that is moving across a page;

When you hear
the rhythmic beat of my heart,
the soft breaths exiting my body,
and the words that flow out of my mouth;

it seems so real to you.
(It is not to me)

I am not talking and walking
   and pumping and breathing.
My body is
I am not here;
I am in a place that does not exist.
I haven't come back in years (I've tried)
*Do you think that I will ever return?

If I never see the sun again I'll be all right
The light of your smile will last a million years
It'll guide my way
Even on the darkest of days, it'll never lead me astray.

If I never hear my favorite song another time I'll be all right
The sound of your voice will echo in my ears
It'll calm my heart and ease my fears
When the silence gets too loud, I'll squeeze my eyes and listen to your hymn

If I never feel the warmth of my mother's touch again
The benevolence of your hug will carry me for countless hours
It'll keep my toes toasty and my mind nimble
When the air around me gets cold, your arms will melt me

If I never taste another fresh raspberry for as long as I live
It's ok because your lips are sweeter than the sweetest berry
They'll kiss away the pain
Even if they spill sour words, I'll lick them clean while I wait in vain

If I never smell a rose in the spring time air
It'll be just fine
I swear, if the only scent I breathe in is the aroma of you
When I swallow air filled with you I'll let of a sigh of relief

My senses are lost in the medley of you  
Intoxicating
Vibrating
Earthshaking
Body aching
My senses are lost in the medley of you