I have realized today
That what I have to say
Is nothing to any other
Not even my own mother

It isn't their fault though
It's intricate what I sew
My life's emotions and tales
Locked in my mind's own jails

Even with the upmost of care
Another soul should not even dare
To unravel my own simplicities
Let alone the plentiful intricacies

It's as if they're interrupting me
From figuring out what the key
Of my own personality may be
First I must understand myself-me

I apologize to all those who try
But All I need is a simple comply
To give me silence and peace
As I place my puzzle's piece

One day I might finally be whole
But I worry about its possible toll
On the life I could've had
how the reality comes quite sad

If I'm lucky in my life
I'll have time to cure the strife
With those humans who had tried
But their efforts and attempts died

But I'm an unlucky man
Which horribly bids no plan
For I will die incomplete
Not an uncommon feat.

And I write more
Now that you are gone.

I thought my feelings trapped,
Caged in a *windowless cell,
No reference to dawn or dusk,
Except a single fleeting flame.

Your departure left a void,
A compromised piece
Of a windowless cell.
Your departure granted an escape.

An outside world,
Encompassed with paper,
Craving a touch of graphite,
Shows the beauty of vandalism.

Bloodied with dying words,
Dampened with longing words,
Branded with claiming words,
Kissed with loving words,

A world of emotion,
Where none are reserved,
For those who have
Lived, loved, lost, and laid.

*And I thank you
Now that I am free.

Voices chime from above
An announcement
From the principle
Like any other day

Until words spilled
Into everyone's ears
And something was off
In the tempo of his voice

Confident, normally firm
Today's quivered and broke
Text usually spoken over
Silenced such ignorant teens

"Good Morning"
Still optimism and chance
That news would be absent
That peace would be restored

"I'm sorry to inform you..."
Hope for something minuscule
That enchiladas won't be served
That bus 208 broke down

"Two students passed away"
Possibility it's no one you knew
That it would be someone else's fate
That the burden isn't your own

"Harold and Cynthia Green"
Denial of this truth
That they couldn't really be gone
That you saw them yesterday

The intercom cuts off
The life you knew cuts off
Desire for more information
For more closure

Now sitting in solace
Questions stab into minds
With no answers to cure
With no ability to cope

Why such good friends?
Why such perfect people?
Left with little to nothing
Left with but a flash of vague

Thrown against the wall
Pounded and stomped small
Tossed into a fiery pit
Where the flames and the paper hit

Ink smeared and wiped away
By the falling tears that tried to stay
In your eyes, then on your face
And your life feels out of place
the one you thought had loved you
Spoke with words blatantly untrue

You feel as if throwing those words
Will free you of those mental wards
Wards of memories from the years
causing a painful ringing in your ears

Make the ringing stop
Lie those ballads on top
Of the fire that grew
Ashes and embers flew

And once all the paper is discarded
You realize the pain has only started
This isn't the way to overcome
All the pain that lies to come

There's only one way to liberate
Yourself from a world of unfair fate
Maybe you too should join the fire
To permanently escape that liar

*"And today we mourn the death
Of our dearest daughter, Elizabeth
She perished in a tragic flame
Like her feelings, she couldn't tame"