Toss them into the pit!

That babbling **** who twitches
on the side of the local gas station,
who talks
as if he had company!

The girl with obvious scars
across her thighs and arms,
it's her fault for not seeking help;
she does this to herself!

Freak! who writes poetry
and speaks with words
that force me to pick up
effort and a dictionary!

*****! he is not a man, not even to his
lover, he makes her feel respected and
on equal plane! he even fights
for gay rights, for the animals near-extinct!

Let the helpless and the helpful,
the hopeless and the hopeful
suffer, not by
each other,
but
by
themselves.

And we, with years of
practice, of
earned
ignorance
can enjoy the scene
from the tops of
our immoral high horses.

It dawns on me sometimes when we talk
I hear, the noise turns white merging with the bird song
I listen, order in chaos a pattern emerges
I know, magma tears a way to the surface
I understand, creating form where there was none
I yearn, whats past, whats next
You give me conscience
Substance and Meaning

we are nothing but lights
dancing through an illuminated night.

tangled feet beneath our legs
we spin and crash in different ways.

our laughs echo through invisible walls
chasing us down abandoned halls.

youth behind us and death in our eyes
I always imagined a different way to die.

I wish I could see you one last time
Not even touch you or talk to you
Just to see you from afar would be enough
Just to see your smile, to hear your laugh
Even if it was because of someone else

There was a time
I felt empty

Life had nothing to offer.
I had nothing left to hold onto.

Nothing bothered me.
Nothing appeased me.
Nothing made me feel.

Actually,
I felt but one thing:
Dead.

I felt dead inside,
a walking corpse.

Lived my days as a routine,
inside and out,
the same thing over
and over
and over
and over again.

I was a robot.
Cold,
unfeeling,
detached.

But then something changed.

Something clicked inside of me,
hit me like a train and left me paralyzed.
I jumped back to reality with no recollection
no memory of what happened to me,
what changed me.

Here I am now.
So far from that moment,
I've come so far.

But my journey is not finished,
I still have battles to face,
enemies to overcome,
fears to conquer though I may not admit them.

And I will continue on.