Dear tired soul,
I have been on that couch many times before
The empty sheets that sit at your feet
Before falling to the floor
The empty pages of memories you flip through every night
Before gracefully falling asleep as the last tear falls on the pillow cases
Stained with liner and half-met dreams

There are moments you stare out the window
The sky so bright you close your eyes and go back to that all too familiar place of darkness
The same hiding place you've led yourself in for years
Thinking no one could find you and your imperfections there
But praying that someone will

I have lured myself in the same corners you've cozied up to, tired soul
Made a home out of the shattered pieces
Of distant, repeating glimpses of the past left after the free fall
My heart has sunk deeper and deeper
But take peace in knowing that as it sinks, it does get stronger
And that one day it will learn how to resurface itself without you even trying

Dear Tired Soul,
Despite the world's constant feeding of negativity towards their conjured up idea of selfishness,
I want you to know that it's ok
It's ok to put yourself first
It's ok to let go
It's ok to take a break
You can not move forward if you do not take the time to pry yourself out of the chains that have dragged you down
Seek consult from those you want to emulate
These things do not make you selfish
They make you better

Do not force yourself to pretend
Your bones have quivered long enough
Your muscles are tired from holding up to their "perfect" standards
You were never meant to be perfect
You were meant to beautiful
You are beautiful, and will always remain to be

Dear Tired Soul,
You are loved
Beyond the stars and the skies above
Your maker has caught every drop of sin from your body
You need not to worry any longer
Seek rest in Him who gives you the strength to open your eyes each day
Take pride in these little accomplishments
Cover your ears from those who tell you otherwise,
For they do not know the excruciating ordeal you go through each day you get up from bed
The sudden battles that errupt within yourself
Whether it be 10 stories high looking over the city or on the ground when you look over your scarred wrists
Of whether you should give up, or give yourself another chance

Open your heart to what He tells you
And wait for the day when the suffering is over, and the crying shall seize
You are tired, my dear
But you are far from being defeated
I hear your pleads, as I have heard mine sounding the same
You will be alright, tired soul
We will be alright

you sit on the sofa
and watch tv
while i lie on the floor

and when the pain gives way
i move
on those limbs you wounded
i crawl
to your feet and look up to you

“hey, dog. come up here.”
i heave my body up
when i sit next to you
i think what i’m feeling
is definitely “happiness”

Midnight is so cold
your thick sweater is no longer bold
as the colourful sky shows up
you seem to cover my eyes

You said to me "don't look to close"
"It's beautiful but it makes you blind"
he was keeping me away from the day
as night falls we love to play

He whispered in my ear and told me lies again
the morning sky wasn't a lie
in fact it warmed my heart and gave me joy

This is why don't listen to people as their eyes are filled with lies
I go by my own thoughts by the end of this rhyme

I've tried portaiture,
but for some old reason
I find it hard
to eulogize the living.

And when I do try,
the details just never seem
to fit right,
it's too much
or not enough
or just plain inaccurate,
from a few steps back.

I'll paint your actions, alright
'cause I can watch those happen
start to finish,
but I wouldn't pretend to be good enough
to encapsulate a whole person
-all that transient multicolor light under your halo-
with my petty vain jabber,
my incomplete vocabulary
of unflattering grunts-

take it as a compliment.

I hear them.
Loud and clear
Calling my name
From deep within the bitter darkness
The place I used to call home
Is suddenly being held hostage
Trapped and alone
I release a sound
Foreign to my tongue for
It hasn't been spoken
In months
Too painful to say
Too painful to hear
My heart can't bare
Anymore pain
For it might break
In a million more pieces
The heart can only take so much
As I begin to shake
The words I've been trying
To say to you
Escape from my mouth
Faster than the speed of light
Foreign to my tongue
Unable to be contained
For they have been
For way too long
I love you.
I miss you.
I hate you.
I can't stand you.
I want you.
I need you.
Get away from me.
Go somewhere else.
Don't leave me again.
Stay with me.
You saved me.
But you broke me.
Into more than a million pieces
Crushed me
Left me broken
Stepped on my heart
You broke me
But I love you
I really love you
All I see is the dark
I am surrounded by dark
Not a single shred
Of light escaping
My body
I guess I have you
To blame for turning
My soul
Darker than night.

I do a lot of internalized talking:
into late hours of the night.
so I'm bound to stumble upon,
  (Surely, I just might!)
something substantial- sometime.

How I wish: that she were enthralled-
by the idea of spending time with me.

"This petulant peasant- this, so called,
man, or boy, who dreams of thee
before and after- he go to sleep!"

Whatever happened to the boy
who dreamed?
The master architect of worlds
rarely visited.
Fragmented artifacts are discovered,
sieved out of the sand.
The body as whole remains incomplete

A lonely man singing along
with his guitar of woe
Sing to me your story,
tell me what brought you here
Failure to dream or overwhelmed
by choice?

I've heard of the living
I know of the afterlife
The walls between you and me
are physical
Follow the paths forged by the few
Liberate your passions
I see you in me.