A smaller room
hand-me-down clothes
borrowed car

I've no need
for baubles
pets
cliques

I've got less
credit
make-up
options

We were born equal
but you wanted more
so you took everything away
and left me worse than dead.

With nothing left
I found
my self
my friends
my God.

So thank you.

live
dare
run
sing
smile
cry 
follow your dreams
neverd  give up
fight
because in a flash
everything can change
and all your world
will stop turning

Battering wind and rain outside,
They said sunny today, they must’ve lied
Inside, in here, with me and mine,
It’s blistering hot with streaming sunshine.
That’s for today, on a high, exalted.
Yesterday I felt assaulted.
Battered and bruised but never broken.
You’re Damaged are the words misspoken.
Both eyes are open instead of one.
I have my own light, no desire for sun.
I’ll open my door and put out the dark fire,
I welcome you all in to relax and admire,
My new me and my gift to myself,
I’ve taken my happiness down from off my shelf.
I’m holding it now, small and precious.
It’s light and love will refresh us.
Come sit by me, come hold my hand,
Smile with me and the depression be ******.

The past is such an interesting notion.
Events and moments transpire.
Then seemingly.
Vanish.
Yet we collect them.
Hold them close.
Or far.
Attaching some form of meaning to them.
These memoirs can guide.
Inhibit.
Transfix.
Suffocate.
And any number of other descriptions to wield.
In many ways.
The time after.
Are just duplicates of the latter.
With placed meaning that's "different".
Archived seperately.
So much irrelevant information.
What can our history books truly retain when perspective is so...
Objective.
We are a society hell bent on understanding what was.
Constantly walking past what is.
And lamenting what will be.
Making it truly a wonder.
That any of us.
Are present.
At all.

I orbit around the
star of your eyes.
Spinning in circles
through black stellar skies.

Your cosmic pull
is a binding so tight that
I revolve
despite your blinding light.

You scar me
with solar flares and burns,
and all I can do
is turn
and turn
and turn.

But better to burn
than to be alone
for my body would turn
to ice on it's own.

Gravitational attraction
holds me in your clutch.
Though I'm always beside you,
we'll never touch,

but if you should ever
fall from the sky,
as you go down
so shall I.

they say that home isn't four walls and a roof,
but eyes and a heartbeat.
perhaps it's true
because ever since you walked away from the door,
i feel so homeless.