If rocks could fall like water
Then we would all be far less bruised
As our stones, our burdens, would roll off
Or else absorb into our skin
If only to be processed out again
We would not carry the visible marks
Of an unkind world
And would stay outwardly placid
And inwardly concealed  
But perhaps then the danger would lie
In the poisoning of our skin
As we absorb the lies and pain
Perhaps while we would cease
To present our story
Our nightmares would appear through touch
As our skin would become toxic from pain
And would burn all it contacted
And so easy it would be then
To isolate in desolate corners
So we could not be harmed --
So we could do no harm

-.-.-

So much better it is
To be to be bruised
Rather than to be alone

Lately I've been dreaming,
Of wounded wrists
And red flowers
That bloom from open veins

Lately I've been dreaming,
Of melting into the ground
Never again to be lost
Never again to be found

Lately I've been dreaming,
Of carefully crafted leaving
That brings a poignant sting  
And gives unanswered questions

             "Goodbye"
                   I try
      "It's so hard to let you go,
   For you know I've loved you so"

The silence is what pierces me
The untold deadly weapon
that hurts and strikes
your silence is what kills me
the unspoken words
that are too scared to pass
my sealed lips.

Light.
The unexplained light.
light that swirls and dances
light that won’t stay in your hands
light that is fleeting
light that sets beneath cold horizons
and suddenly you cant breath
Suddenly you can think
You’re trapped in a world where you’re all alone
Where you reach your hand for help
And everyone just keeps walking
Where you can scream
but not make a sound
Where tears must stay in your eyes
And words stick in your throat
The same light that once danced for you
Once made you happy
Now mocks you as you drown
In inescapable darkness
I want out
Dear god, please,
Just let me think,
Let me breathe
Let me feel,
because I’ve gone numb
Because I’m scared
Because I feel so impossibly alone
I want to get out
But I can’t
I am trapped,
I am
Caged.

The silence is what pierces me
The untold deadly weapon
that hurts and strikes
your silence is what kills me
the unspoken words
that are too scared to pass
my sealed lips.

Understanding cannot be grasped
the yellow word that slips through
faceless minds
as silent as
sunlight in trees
what is allowed to freely fade into
the night of humanity
and hide in the judgemental quiet
alone.
forgetting is easier than true comprehension
and the act of leaving behind
preserves proverbial vanity
without the acceptance of fault
and without allowing for oddities
ones inner visage is maintained
and left unscarred and unscathed
by the sharp edge
of hardened perspective