when i hear your delicate words,
and read the ones you've
also constructed on paper,
i want to smash them to bits,
because i know then i will find
the truth inside the broken pieces

The tears softly clouding my heart and my mind
Slowly burning endlessly, like the agony of time
My face was beaming brightly, then filled with despair
I was so close yet so far away. I tried not to care

But tears will fall to stain my eternal pain
Jast as I fall to restless sleep only to dream of you again
My dreams are the reality I wish my life could be
A tangible love surrounds us as I hold you close to me

I do not want to dream though, it reminds me of the times
I used to hold you, our love making me blind
One day my dearest angel I will come home to you
And al the things I wished and dreamed will come true.

I'm surrounded by a sea of people
As far as the eye can see
All flowing in the same direction
And just floating along, is me

I've been wading in this water
Letting it carry me any way
Not caring about which direction
And never having any say

After wading all this time though
My legs started growing tired
So finally it was time to choose
Which direction I desired

But the problem with floating along
Was that I never became aware
I wasn't really a part of the waves
I was just sort of...there

What I wanted didn't matter
The waves still moved as one
Whether I moved with or against them
Didn't matter in the long run

Then I thought I better get out
And give myself some time to think
But I couldn't see the shore anymore
And with that, I started to sink

Now I'm surrounded by a sea of people
As far as the eye can see
All still flowing in the same direction
But drowning in it, is me

For all the time I've know you
You've worn a mask upon your face
It appeared beautiful, perfect, and friendly
But now I realize that wasn't the case

For hiding underneath that mask
Was a soldier bent on destruction
Posing as a comrade fighting for good
But following the other side's instruction

You wormed your way into our ranks
And we accepted you as one of our own
But all of us were unaware
Your true intentions had not yet been shown

When an opportunity presented itself
You struck without any hesitation
Our troops started dropping left and right
Without any sign of infiltration

You knew you only had so long though
Before your actions got you caught
So you moved to abolish your final target
A tougher task than you had thought

That night, when you attacked me
You allowed your mask to fall
And as you fled, I caught a glance
Of the real person beneath it all

Well, "What doesn't **** you makes you stronger"
And you make me tougher every day
Which is why no matter what you do
I refuse to let you stand in my way

I learned some valuable lessons
About how you fight this war
And now those same old boring tactics
Won't work here any more

So thank you for the knife
That you embedded in my back
For you just gave me the tool I need
To defend against any future attack.

I am the poem
On the roof of your mouth
Caught in your throat,
I am whirring in your stomach
In the soles of your shoes
In the ground beneath you.
I am everything you wish to say
To bring to the surface
And make tangible.
The whiskey in your hand makes you brave
Maybe this time you'll let me loose?
Maybe this time you'll open my cage door
And be honest with yourself?
Maybe not.
Imagine what we would be like
If we knew how to be honest
Without being drunk first.

As I stand
here in the center of the city
surrounded by flashing lights,
I feel the earth move beneath my feet.
The rotation slows down.
I see all the bright lights dim, then
disappear.

I look back,
I see the whole world crumble
The beautiful world I once knew,
slipping away
into a vast eternity
of nothingness.
All color slips away
until all that's left is
a never ending sea of grey.

This is no silent tear,
nor a tortured, screaming pain.

This world, once
so beautiful
now nothing.

I stumble my way through hasty shadows
mumbling worthless little thoughts to myself.
I see things fall
but I don't pick them up,
there is no one around for correction

I grew up in an atheist home
no prayers at dinner
or biblical references
framed
in the bathroom.
my mother insisted
it was impossible;
there's no "man in the sky".
I was insistent
she wasn't necessarily wrong
but there was something
more
going on.

since then I've
opened
myself to the possibilities.
All of them.
recently
I've caught on to the
fact
I'm making them happen.
All of them.

I have a hypothesis
on the devil's origin;
those dark voices
within.
we just weren't ready
to add in
that these voices are us…
so we created a martyr.

our thoughts,
our concentrated energy
does self realize.
what you need
will
walk right up to your front door!

with this weight loss,
only the next notch on my belt,
I just choose light.
tranquilly moving
forward.