There is a monster in all of us.
Sometimes it stays hidden from the world.
Deep down inside us,
never to be seen with a naked eye.
But sometimes
it pushes itself to the surface.
Scratching and clawing
on whatever it can grab.
The ugliest part of you,
that you tried so hard to hide,
is now a reality,
destroying every ounce of hope
you have left.
That monster continues to grow
inside of me.

The lights are almost blinding,
when I look out into the crowd.
I can see the shapes of people.
I know their eyes are on me,
yet I cannot make out their faces.
The sweat runs down my back
as I say the words
that I have implanted
in my brain,
for this very moment.
Before I know it,
The curtain closes.
Clapping roars on the other side.
Clapping for me
and the people I have grown close to.
Closer than family.
I exhale slowly,
then smile.
All I can think is
I did it.

I can run for a lifetime,
But I can't always get to where I want to be.
I stare into the clouds,
dreaming.
Of a different place.
A different world.
Somewhere so far away
That I can never be touched,
by anyone.
I want to run so fast
That my feet will no longer
feel the ground between my toes.
Maybe,
in that single moment,
I will find bliss,
I will find security.

I'm pushed closer to the edge everyday.





Some day I might jump.

I sit here blank.
The blue lines, so empty,
So bare.
My mind races with ideas to fill them,
But nothing sticks.
Melody lacks in my speech.
The paper waits, still.
Waiting for the words
to be scratched upon it.
It’s a blank canvas
and my mind is the artist
attempting to splash creativity
in its most perfect form.
The weight of the world
is on my shoulders,
causing me to slouch in my seat.
Exhale.
There’s nothing to say.
Maybe I will fill that paper another day.

The thought of letting go
resides in my brain
as a single thought,
desperately,
wanting to be expanded,
into a new form.
But what does it mean?
To let go?
Free yourself.
Chains bound me to everyday,
tedious life.
Break the chains.
Be born again.
Create adventure.
Make everyday a new beginning.
Once you reach the wall of limitation,
break through it
and continue,
with a fire in your eyes.
Live through the pain of life
And absorb the joys of life.
Live free.

I didn’t seem to notice
the blazing heat from the fire
beating against my face
as your perfect lips
moved in sequence with
mine.
I didn’t seem to notice
the eyes
on people’s faces
glued to us
as our fingers
became entwined.
I didn’t seem to notice
Our apparent,
nonexistent future,
as you pulled me closer,
into your grasp.
I didn’t seem to notice
the danger of your presence
as my head fell
upon your shoulder.
You are everything
that is bad for me,
but,
all I could see,
was you.