I die in within the moments that are coalescing
                                                          inward­s between
                                                   a fraction of  breath,
and I revive to expel the moments my
consciousness that fled to oblivion.

Welcome to the bereavement of my
                            wordings decaying
to nothingness before your eyes/.
Translate them before they
are inert, and are the
                          voice
                           of the
                                dead.
No longer dead and unnavigable in verse.

I am inclined to think
We all are related in a selfish fashion—
Every action has a reaction
Every favor comes with a rebuttal.
One way or another
We smother each other—
Subliminal hopes of bettering ourselves
At the expense of crippling those we claim to be of importance.
And this alone is what makes our worlds so similar.

Humans are fragile psychologically and in physicality,
So much we can't help but to betray the helping hand.

My mind is a maze
Mirrored walls
Sloped floors
I can't find my way out of it

Like a circus freak show
My mind freaks me out
Terrorizing me in the night
Invading my resting dreams

But in these times I'm lost
Although I'm scared and alone
There is peace in these halls
Of my mazed mirrored mind

Feeling blue, a little down
Feel like the pressure is weighing on me
So much anguish, it's hard to see
Where did I put my dignity?
Flash! A bolt of goodness
Where did it come from?
I'm not feeling blue no more

Death
is
the
Confession of
when the past
comes back
to haunt

Rejection
is my
crucifixion.
too.

its the letting go
the space freedom needs
to work its magic in your soul

I'm like your Swear Jar.
Whenever you mess up,
And let naughty words slip,
You toss a nickel in.
And everytime you lie
Everytime you cry over them
Yet another nickel will go in.

I'm your Charity case.
Filled with blind hopes and dreams.
Living on faith that things will get better.
Yet always knowing,
No amount of nickels and tears
Could clear the air
Of the words you've said.

I'm like your punching bag.
Catching all of your blows,
Easing your pain
Trying to bring you
To tranquility again.

But sometimes

I'm your pillow.
Soaking up your tears
The only one
Who's heard all of your fears.
Day after day
I bear your weight.
Because. ..

YOU ARE MY CAGE.
Making sure I can NEVER ESCAPE.
TRAPPING me with your soft embraces.
And PROMISES of what we'll do,
With ALL THE NICKELS THAT WE'LL SAVE.
I'M YOUR MISTAKE JAR.
FILLED TO THE BRIM
WITH ALL YOUR LIES.
AND HOLDING ALL OUR FALSE HOPES
AND DREAMS.

I'M YOUR SWEAR JAR.
only wanted when your
HURTING.

We are sitting around a campfire
smoking some ****
We are both complicated people
who can't seem to find what we need
You take my hand into yours
and squeeze it just right
A tear slides down my cheek
as you ask me if I am alright
I tell you that I love you
and that I wish to be yours
Even though I know you want me too
I don't have it in me to love you like you deserve
Every moment spent with you is great
it's like living in a book that has never been published
But the fear of letting someone in
is far too much to process
I am so crazy about you
I look into your eyes and I know you want to kiss me
You won't though because you know me
you know about my fear and you respect me
Even if I was to let you in
I am a chaotic mess who will ***** you up
You deserve to be with someone
who won't **** your heart up
By now I'm hyperventilating
I am more than just sad
I am so disappointed to not let myself be
with the best man a woman could ever have