She comes to me
bleeding inside
from a thousand
individual scars
with pleading eyes
self contained
She speaks in gentle
refrains

"I don't know where
I'm going
I don't know who
I've become
I go through the motions
deaf, blind and dumb
I dance on cue
I stand in line
I've tried to be so
good.
I've left behind the darkness
I've forgiven the past
I'm far too aware of time
It doesn't matter really I don't mind
I wish I could tell
you what I find

The struggle between
my internal world
condemnation
irritability
judgement
fears
heartaches there, vile rages, petty hatreds
*** dancing on the head of a
pin
exquisite laughter
it's all there.

While my behavior is quite the
opposite
accommodating, loving, compassionate
flirtatious, curious
connection is my goal

When I'm alone I'm lonely
when together suffocated
the best distance is
from here to there

I wish I could tell
you that I mind

The storms still
come and go
luck rides the
tides
each day the
sunrise

This human stuff
is all too real
it creeps up on you
so you don't know
how you feel

Which is why I've
come to you to
speak my mind
they say you are the
complaint department
the garbage collector

I'm bleeding inside
from a thousand scars
that's not to say I really mind."

They say the healer
must heal themselves
so of course I ask
"How can I help you?"

By Arcinder






**** your ignorant preference,
I know people that would get you bodied,
Everybody don't believe I have a pistol,
But ***** I ain't everybody,
I heard you came in town,
Filled with a lot of words,
Ask anybody around,
Save your life for what its worth,
Be smart and walk away,
If you don't want to in up in the e.r,
For you and your team of old people,
******* don't get far,
Kicking leaders out their groups,
So pathetically mental,
Keep listening to dash,
He's gonna get you killed in a pin iCal,
Never met such lame people in my life,
I'm know to hang wit jail birds,
With my heart as cold as ice,
You fagets have some ****** up lives,
I swear to god you are beneath me,
Laugh over your coffins,
Set it on fire and then ***,
Keep ******* with me,
You won't have future.

Its just a hazy day
not bright at all
this Michigan weather
boasting that its fall.

The sun beams are few
the clouds are many
reflecting my mood
in this autumn setting

but these sunglasses I wear
are not for the glare
to protect my eyes,
or for fashionable flair

They are merely there
for masking
         a longing
  
Watery stare.