They say that man is not immortal
I beg to differ
For it is the living that keeps man
Forever
Legacies and words stay longer than life
And when passed down through time and minds alike
That is immortality
Man's own personal
Immortality

There
There is where it sits
Something like a picture
But pictures do not hurt
Maybe like a fire
Without the heat and light
It casts a shadow but has no form
It sings a beautiful song with no voice
"Oh Darling", it whispers
But it is not there
The sound never reached the air
But I heard it
"I hear you"
I call
I'm shouting to nothing
"That is good. It seems nowadays I am nowhere at all."
"The others said I'm crazy."
It laughs and sighs
"They always will crush what they don't want to realize."
"They said you are not here."
More noise from nothing
But the picture became brighter
The flame grew like wildfire
The shadow became larger
The song was now louder
The colors and sounds
Swirled in my head
A booming voice from the empty corner said
I am alive and I am here
Hope is what you see
And hope is what you hear

Books and stories promised me a lot more
Than I ever got from you
With every page turned,
Another pledge was fed
To my youthful tongue.
You were supposed to decide
If my prince charming
Was really a prince
Or charming at all.
You were supposed to see past my mistakes
And supply wisdom to surpass them.
You were supposed to hold me so tight
That I would be reminded
Your heart,
Is also mine.

I was a child.
I believed that you could do no wrong.
But all you ever did was wrong.
You marked me with your words
Bruised me with your touch
Made me believe that I,
Was not worthy of your wisdom
That you sat high on a golden throne,
While I shined the steps,
That rose you up higher.

Strenuous years of wishing and waiting
Finally amounted
To a girl
Becoming a women
And realizing,
Books and stories promised me a lot more
But I could be a better writer

We break things that have not been broken
Because we believe that everything broken
Goes back together
Human beings are a thing of carelessness
We throw things that shine up into the air
Just to watch it linger and catch the sunlight
Then in crashes and shatters
Gracefully slicing our skin into perfect lines of symmetrical irresponsibility
It's just enough pain to make us hurt
Hurt enough to realize our mistakes
But the scars aren't deep enough to remind us
For the time to come
Because one day the sun will be shining bright
And we'll hold that pretty glass structure of
Hope and happiness,
Completion, complexity,
Danger, dignity,
Strength and solitude
And we'll throw it up into the air
Just to watch it shine
Even when it shines just a bright in our own two hands

I love you as much as the ocean loves the shore.
I always come back, never expecting more.
Driven by the moon, an everlasting routine.
Thirsting for some form of serene.
I'm only saying this because it's a force of nature.
And I like to believe that you aren't that kind that would denature
I'll believe anything to convince myself that I would never purposely do this.
Something among this oceanic abyss.

We're all expected to be perfect in this imperfect world
Perfection is shoved down our throats
Into our lungs until all we can do is inhale it into the walls and then
Breathe it out.
Out into the atmosphere of insecurity and illusion
For others to helplessly breathe in
It encases our words
Lacing them with a sort of silence that demands to be heard
Like the dark you begin to see it
Then at once it becomes your aphotic solitude
You don't know how to turn the light back on
You're forgetting what your skin looks like
All you can do is rely on your touch to feel who you are and what you've become
Words spoken into the black are what you react to
Plainly following the sound like a child
Hoping that words that taste as sweet as the rain
Bring you back to the surface of yourself
The self that others told you to hide away
The self others told you was wrong
In your darkness you find that you are also an ocean
Dark and looming
Absorbent of the sun
Home to beautiful things that people fear
Consistently lapping at the shore
Hoping one day you'll get closer to the land you desire
What you don't realize is that your darkness is others light
Your ocean is where the land dwellers so desire
You may be dark, you may be scary
You may be imperfect
But that doesn't mean you're alone

I never knew that a person
Could be a prison.
That their words would be bars,
Trapping me inside of their indignation.
I never knew that a person
Could be a prison.
At least,
Not until I met you.