Touches her, touches him
Hold hands, I can hear me scream
Take away what was mine
Trouble seems to be on time
between light and darkness
I stretch like a shadow
Hoping it will hurt less
When I find he's hollow
Possibilities turn to insecurities
Beating hearts go wild
As words become oathes
And fierce fires burn mild

We're all so captivated by the moment
Letting it slip by as eyes lit up by phones.
We've created sadness and happiness
In rectangles that connects those alone,
Except it's just a different kind of loneliness;
Hit escape, backspace, redefine the definition
Of what it meant to be alone.

We're all connected, we've forgotten
Whether to check or uncheck the connection,
We've lived as circles on a square nothing
More than bits of bytes for an avatar;
Where we witness *** before driving a car,
And we're caught in some lie the world built
That we are so enchanted by thoughts of
"The single ladies are in your area"
So we build blindfolds on what truth the lie beholds
We're all just bits and bytes of data.

So how much more of mankind are we
Where our eyes are glued to a screen
And chatrooms are as far as we've ever been.

We're all striving to be  in the latest social circles
That we redefined circle to mean a locked box.
So hit escape, backspace and in either way
we'll always find ourselves unchanged.

In a world of wires and threads
Of bits and bytes of data
How alone have we become?
Where information superhighways
Are all full of passing cars.
Tragic that traffic keeps moving
And we'd forever remain friends
But yet strangers all in the like.

no justice in this love
Doesn't want me close
Wants me too close
Guilty for staying here
Guilty for staying there
Pulled apart and put together
Stretched too thin and crammed in a box
Pound on the sides, can't find my way out
Of this paper jail, of this thick air...
Wall around you I can't get through
Bricking me in, you're too close
Lying beside you, you're too far
Might as well flinch at my touch
My fault, loved you too much
Didn't love you enough.

Just crawling through the barbed wire
The pieces inside me ache
I can't help but crave the misery

I'm frantically scratching your name on a beer can..
Trace my fingers over the dents
'cause I can't see you in the darkness

Can't shake the feeling this is all wrong
Because it isn't you
I'm not partial to self harm
But I cut away the pieces he loves
Because you don't

I'm begging God for you..
I don't want to survive you....

Doesn't seem to matter
Where this road leads
And we believe in angels
But With shadows we plead
To flip the switch
Turn off the guilt
Our feet smell of beer
And our hair of cigarettes
They don't judge us
But we judge ourselves
For treading the beaten path
And even the sky fills with ash
Blocking out the angels
They all thought we were
Somewhere in there
I still yearn for purity

Well, this isn't a poem
but since you are poets
I figure you understand..
is it crazy to be constantly
thinking about someone
who probably never thinks of you that way..
and to close all doors just in case theirs opens..
I swear, I believe with all of me
That we were meant to be
is it crazy to think I love someone
not because of anything they've said or done but just because they exist..
I just want him to be everything..
does it matter what I want?
is it all in my head..
I think I'm making all of it up in my head..
but what if
What if it could be real?
one day, isn't so far away..

I begged and pleaded
Bled the beats of my heart
Hoping that the butterfly
Would flutter on its way
But it didn't.

The winds were brutal
as wings flapped as usual;
I had hoped the butterfly
hadn't dropped.

My best friend said
'Don't worry it's just sick';
Coated herself in her
child-like bliss,
I replied to her with
'Ok. It's just sick'.

The teens were brutal
And she held the storms
With a broken umbrella
As usual.
She would tell me
'Sometimes humans are
alike butterflies;
We'd show our beauty
but silence our cries'.

After a while her words
just stopped,
The first day I walked
pass her house,
Knocked on the wooden
frame;
Hoping that I would see her
again,
but silence responded to my
door knock.
The door remained locked.

I was the only one allowed
to knock;
while others used the doorbell
I was the one she would always tell,
'Just knock the door-
it will be our thing'.
Soon after 'our thing'
became nothing.

The second day;
I walked pass her house
Knocked on the door
just hoping that
there'll be an answer,
that she'd dance
her way to the door
and responded.

Her parents went missing
for a while,
Held onto broken smiles
While painting permanent frowns
on smiling clowns.
I have seen things broken,
But their smile sat like
barbed wires along a patch
of empty land.
Their smiles were
the kind, not to keep sheep in
but to keep everything else out.

I came by the third day
Hoping to end my dismay,
I knocked on the door;
she did not answer the door,
And I fell to the porch
cried tears over how
I wished it all went back to before.

I did that for the remaining week;
Hoping that she'd open the door
But she wasn't six feet away from the door;
She'd remain to this day
Not one millimetre from my heart
and memory.

Sometimes humans are
alike butterflies;
We'd show our beauty
but silence our cries...

Taught that flowers were meant to be plucked
That they were just things to be looked at
How can I not die in a world like that?
For I myself was only a plant
Full of life yet devoid of it..
This is why I wont be silent

Try to keep a beautiful thing, and it dies..

I am a seed, unsatisfied
Always reaching with both hands
One for heaven, the other for darkness
To be uprooted or to be swallowed whole
Or to stay in the middle and avoid the fall
This is why I do not move

Pull on a chain long enough, the links come apart..

I'm drifting from my metaphors
Started writing without a direction
I see in my own words
All the pointless confusion
All the revelations
Of my inner most thoughts
Think to myself
This must make God sad..

Do you see, do you see the links coming apart?