When you are young
you believe
you will never be
middle-aged.
When you are
middle-aged
you believe
you will never be
old.
When you are old
you believe
you aren't really
that old.
And then you die.
Surprise!

   ~mce

July 15th,  2015,
6:30 AM, 55 degrees:
the summer that doesn't
want to happen.

Once every seven years
we shed our skins
like inevitable serpents.

I am in my ninth seven.

I know the time has come
to make a new life,
not so easy at sixty-three.

Although I practice
avoiding desire and craving,
I do so want this.

To be born again,
at least this once more,
into a fresh existence.

To plunge my clean hands
into pellucid water
and be made pure.

To walk with a new woman
through another rendition
of the fabulous Garden.

To be content with what is
and if the right birds sing
maybe even occasionally be happy.

I know that my story,
like every other story,
can only end in death.

I only want this last chance,
which is what we all want,
before the final curtain falls.

I am in my ninth seven
and I shall see what I shall see:
what remains possible for me.

  ~mce

You stumbled upon me
     when I was down on my knees.
Broken, I told you not to bother,
     but you knelt beside me
     and reached out a hand.
Helping me up slowly,
     you showed me your own
     bruised and ****** body.
And I knew you had been stuck
     down there before too.
So I met your eyes cautiously
     and let you guide me to my feet.

I think if you had stopped there,
     we wouldn't be here today.
But you weren't content
     with just setting me on my feet.
You gave me a step up,
     then another,
          and another,
until you had me on a pedestal
     I never wanted.
I was never meant to be
     the princess in the tower.
I can't live up to that.
Heights scare me,
     and the air suffocates up there.
So with the pressure pushing in,
     I did the only thing I could
     to free myself from the fearful view.
                                                           ­           I jumped.

hey man

just came by to tell you that
everything that you hate
everything that you dislike
all the bad memories and evil people
fade away
you dont have to beat yourself up over it
or relive sad events
it wont solve anything

you're alive, aren't you?
remember that
for me
and for you

Here I go again,
Moving from one damsel
To the next
Ignoring my own distress
Just so i can keep you clear from your stress
I cut, I bleed
But i wont let you follow my lead.
Here I go again,
Just playing my role as the savior,
Once again.