The way the stand so much taller than me,
for so many more days than me.
They must be wise for I can see
No reason why wonder could not occur when immobility
stands in the way.
Oak.
Chestnut.
Tree.
I wish I could see,
What it is to be.
To stand.
To live.
To perish.
Constrained,
yet free.

No new messages,
although I have constantly been watching,
maybe if I turn away,
somebody might relay
something of importance my way.

Create new message,
time to choose my recipient;
carefully though this must be magnificent.
I hope you reply
I am far too shy
to even think about a phone call.

No new messages.
When should I just stop and forget it all?
When the words I write become whispers?
Or when they vanish completely?
Still i'll sit and i'll wait until the end of the day,
hoping my mind does not fray
the anticipation can't help me stay
sane for very much longer.

No new messages; finally I snap.
I've reached my tethered end,
I've started to crack.
Listen to me please,
I don't like to recap,
You've now got five minutes
and if you don't text me back...

1 new message,
quick now what does it say?
Its from my network provider,
there's new deals this coming May.
Thank you network provider
you've really ruined my day.

You're dreaming of fairy tales that will never come true,
Would you really want them too?
Falling into fire
Keeps your chin up high,
Your feet flat on the ground
And your head in the sky.

I became weak from lack of exposure.
It's not killing me now, I found closure.
A coffee stained T-shirt, I'm empty inside.
I found smoke in my lungs, but no fire in my heart.
There are things to be found that I cannot find.
I wonder frantically, but where do I start?
I wish I could see, though I must be blind
to all that is divine.

What I want eludes me.
Confusion constricts and binds me like Ivy.
The twisted vines,
they confine and declined
all my descending tries and tire
my motivation to free my mind.
To discover the secrets of being aptly content.
To discover what was aptly meant
and not to resent
yesterday, or all the tomorrows that are subsequent.
I ignore all the lies as they are insolent,
And now for my future, I shall admit all my sins and repent.

Separate joins birth with the universe,
It's origin is still the unknown.
It's a word simply of difference,
The spaces in-between everything else.

The Separate starts wars and punches you,
yes it can be very unkind.
Yet The Separate can replenish and nourish you,
quench any thirst that you might find.

The Separate starts new life,
though it takes with it so many.
Still The Separate must be respected
and even detested.
The Separate is ugly and lonely,
beautiful and connected.

We are Separate,
every one and all.
No spot is the same.
Nobody's to blame.
Innocent.
Ignored.
The Separate roars.