it's a peculiar feeling
no longer being
able to confide
in the person
who held
your trust for
such a long time.

it's as if
running again
when you're
fresh off crutches,
fumbling over those
first few steps,
clumsy and
uncoordinated.

but you will
take back
that trust
and place it
again in
yourself and
your
judgments.

rational minds
seeking structure
in a
universal
soup
demanding
answers to
only be faced
with
'return to sender.'

mother nature
is one
stubborn
old broad,
must be
where we
got it
from.

ideas are born
right on the tip of her tongue
sharpest tongue i know

he says i look at him as if i don't give a ****
i say he looks at me as if i have the answers

While I'm sleeping, my shadow dances.
She creeps out from under me, cautiously at first, careful not to wake me.
Only when she is confident in her freedom does she begin to waltz over the flowers of my old wallpaper.
Hauntingly, she sings the songs that I have never been able to find the words for,
she sings of the things that I have been afraid to say.
In what I lack, she gains.
The manifestation of my doubts and fears, she is able to make them into something beautiful,
something fleeting but tangible.
Nothing less than graceful, she carelessly glides around the room,
flawlessly leaping and twirling.
Sympathetic of the flesh that weighs me down,
but also envious of my existence.
For she is just my shadow,
and if I'm lucky, I can catch her out of the corner of my eye,
slipping back into her rightful place,
forever condemned to be just that--
a shadow.

verbal warfare,
the cruelest kind.
sickly syllables
pierce the skin with every beat.
sentences strung together with an intangible toxin,
the deadliest of weapons.

two opponents,
spewing words
spawned from the unholiest of places.
their only goal to cut the other down.
to see whose poison is more potent.
who can strike the strongest blow.

it's the kamikaze pilot
versus
the suicide bomber.
you can't have verbal warfare
without letting your own ugly show.
**** your kindness.
suffocate your sympathy.
show no mercy.

after all,
there's no going back.