Can't go forward
Can't  go back

Glance in whichever
Direction one wants

Can't go forward
Can't go back

So live in the moment
Like a heart attack

I don’t want to go to sleep
I wish to sit and weep
And watch the moon creep
In an arc across the sky
I want to cry

I don’t want to go to bed
Not with the buzzing thoughts in my head
And the tears slowly drying on my face
As I gaze into outer space

I don’t want to sleep tonight
I wish to look upon the differences
Between a star and a satellite
They both shine bright
Up in the night sky

I don’t want to close my eyes
To suddenly wake with surprise
Because I must have fallen asleep
So much for counting sheep

To dreamland, I don’t want to go
I just want to memorize the world outside my window
Then go wander in the place I now know
But it is dark and I don’t yet know

I don’t want to rest my head
Upon a pillow upon my bed
I just want to see until my eyes turn red
And my hunger for grief is fed

I don’t want to rest my body and brain
As I am feeling such pain
As the rooftop sings with rain
And my tears roll like a train
Down tracks of water on my face

I don’t want to go to sleep
If it means dreaming
That you are still alive
Only to wake up screaming
Because you’re not.

Soft red petals once freed put back into a cage, the rose is
Taken away from that which makes it thrive  
Without soil, rain, and sunshine
Sweet songs won’t be sung
The rose won’t bloom  
Backwards through
Time it retracts
Beauty gone
In ruin
A lost  
Bud.
But  
With
This  
It has
A chance
To restart
To grow and
Rise from the
Ashes that once
Swallowed it whole
The bud can still bloom
There is always room for healing
With sunshine and rain it’ll thrive
In order to open again it must first close
“As though a rose would shut, and be a bud again.”

Oh, creativity
Why hast thou left me?
I should be writing
A photoem
But without creativity here with me  
I cannot see
My brain cannot
Change these images
Into words, lines, stanzas
Without the translator
Of creativity

Oh, creativity
For too long you have been gone
One may say I am stumped
Or infected with writers block
But I say creativity
Went off on an errand
And here I am watching the clock  
Waiting
For its glorious return
But
Hmm, creativity
I’m afraid I realized something
Maybe it was I
Who left you
Not the other way around
And my sight drops to the ground
I did not mean to leave you
To loose you
I never meant to hurt
Or bruise you
So, what say you,
Creativity
I’m sorry and
Now that I
Am back
Will you join me?