I would be rich
the day
I will not yearn
for nothing
no more

mom,
sorry about the roses and the broken vase
sorry about your birthday I missed
again

I am the little imbecile  you created
after all
heard you call my sisters ******
swear at them all night long

been in the circle when you swung that belt threatening all of us
"who stole my Snicker's bar"
so sorry
all of us forgot mother's day

let's see if you get anything next year

I revisit a scene once passed
A scene that went by too fast
I unconsciously reach out
And then
Fall into a ditch of murky black.

The first fall, a fall vestigial
The second fall, a fall wistful
Wistful, for I understand
That fall was untasteful
A fall that was not down
But sidewards
Not into a shadow but
A curtain painted black
A curtain that could always
Be drawn back
That is
If you wanted to push past
The strength that you lack.

A fall is a fall
But not always a fall;
In this universe
Direction is relative,
Symptoms and disease
Are not equivalent,
However
It is up to you
To draw back the curtain.

the only way for me to be irrationally rational, is sadness.

and that's me, as complicated as i can be.

What are the twists
And turns of a string?
How many threads are
Hidden within?
What parts do we see
And what parts do we not?
Is this string the same one
Or have we picked up
Another?

How can we depend on
Our eyes and mind that
Alter images to the very
Moment they are seen...

With one word, you can ruin someone's day.

Their dreams, hopes, and faith.

It's takes one person with an abundance of aspiration to light up a sea.

Also, one person to crash into the light house.

It's dark.      Cold even.

I wonder why we hurt the ones we love? We comprehend that they will always come back. They love us?

One word.
It could end a life.
Make someone cry until the ocean see's nothing more then dead fish flopping on the ground.
Tear someone's hurt with out even knowing.

But, we do it anyways.
We fight with our mouths as swords. The truth is. The win isn't gratitude enough of the pain you cause the person with the dagger in their heart.

Deep silence
Restless peace
and my mind started chattering
about the eeriness of the surrounding
The sun's down
and everyone's home
Me and my shadows
walking through the meadow
The sky's starlit
but still darkness meet
I shiver through my skin
Watching the night spin
Searching for answer
As I see moon slowly disappear
My eyes stay wide awake
as I see morning about to break
but my thoughts still remains unclear
tinged with fear