peppered with the latest technology
adorn with the best clothes
"you have everything! you're so lucky!"

coming home
to an empty home
spinning round and round and round
with no one to hold you

they say that you're supposed to be happy
but they really don't know that materialism doesn't satisfy the heart or the soul

you're always left craving for something more
and the happiness you feel is like gold that's made of out of plastic

(d.b.)

The skeletons
I buried out back with a rusty shovel
claw each other
to climb out of the earth;
left there from days gone past
they fight to live again.

The dwarfed squat bones
of whims that died in conception
climb the bigger ones-
the ones that walked in the light
and those climb those bigger still,
and in the center...

an imposing mass,
lies the biggest of them all.
the only one
too big to move,
fed by shame and loved too long;
it was a giant at it’s death,
and has nothing he can climb.
His hand’s outstretched
to grasp for life
and finds only the soft brown dirt
that keeps him in the ground.
All the other little fears
climb up him,
as their ladder to blue skies.

But I slew my monsters long ago
their souls no longer rise.
All that’s left is memories,
to haunt my weary eyes
as they climb upon
their ladder to blue skies.

I've spun my memories into a cage and,

I am sorry, I am not a good person
And I could never make myself care.

Now I am trapped in nostalgia
Looking out through these brittle bars,

I remember the day we met
And we never talked again that year,
You spent all that time wishing I would see you

But it’s hard to see with these tears
Forming glass on my eyes.

And one day I tripped
Right into your arms, I brought you happiness.

In a way it burns my sight
Since the rooms are too dark
For my eyes to see

You were more beautiful then I knew,
And I left.

Outside my head,
The world became fearful
Or I became afraid

Wilfully walking out,
On friendship, love,

And now I wish I had been strong enough,

*I was frightened to never be alone.

A trail of bread crumbs to the witches house,
through the forest that haunted that strange little town.
she was never quite loved-
that lone confectioner.
pushed to the outskirts
by those that live for white picket fences
and the grass growing green and even.
When the authorities came by,
they found two kids, fat and happy,
but not by the hand of the woman.
There was no cage in the house made of sugar;
for what sweetened cage could hold a child?
No, the once fragile and beautiful house
that glittered like spun glass,
sat eaten and worn at the loss of her owner
for little old ladies do not devour children,
but children will **** for candy.

A shoe on the building.
The other in…
Well ,
It’s in the air.
One step forward
Or, maybe,
It’s one step back.
Sometimes
It’s hard to say
Because-
Flying is like falling
Just  don’t hit the ground.
At least,
That’s what they say.
There are two shoes,
Twisted,
Tied together,
Linked by their strings-
A couple
Hanging alone-
Just sitting here,
With a shoe on the building;
And the other in the air.