Rest comes
Easy
To those who
Don’t ask,
But the
Wicked
Don’t tell.

I am mere
Shores
to crashing
Waves of
Thoughts
The tides
Without its moon
Directionless
And
Devastating
I know best
How I tire
Of its
Consuming
Force
Yet I swim
To drown
or
To float.

What brings lips to lips
Like bees to flowers?
Magnetism invisible and
Mysterious
Yet invincible and
Incredulous.
Will I be but another
Worker for the
Hive
Or the honey that
Drips pools
In your
Eyes?

Dwelling
(IN)
Corners
My mind
Wandering beyond
Its
Area
We are
FORCED
To adore
Security
But
Encouraged
To think
)OUTSIDE(
It
Individuality
Is the
Mirage
That peers
(IN)
Windows
Society
The very
Shambles
Chaining us
To
Conformity.

Vile odor
Stenches through
Dainty covers
To rotten pages
With
In.