I love the sounds
That come to me
From you
Through my headphones
You typing
You talking
Your words
lulling me to sleep
Filling my dream with
Nothing
but you

What it means to be human
Is something that I know all to well
Even now
Sitting here
I can feel my heart
my heart beating
my heart keeping me together
tearing me apart
I've heard that the heart
Is a gateway for emotions
Do not ask me if this is true
For I do not know
But if by chance it is
Can someone
anyone
ANYTHING
Tell me how to make it stop
because all of the beating
and fluttering
and skipping
Is making me go insane

Their feathers shiver
from the autumn wind;
Their wings move
making the wind swirl.
Their eyes and minds
are set on places with warmer air.
They are delighted,
they have their beaks
to splice the wind
and lead the way.

When they land,
they begin a new life
Unsure of what will happen,
But knowing
that they will return to their old.

You live your life in a glass bubble
Seeing everything just like everyone else
Until one day, other people start going out in a new bubble
They are tinted, in colors such as blue, orange, grey, and red.
You find them strange yet intriguing
Then the tinted bubbles multiply day by day
When finally you are the last plain glass bubble in the sea of color
They take over and swallow you up
You now live your life in a grey glass bubble
Everything around you becomes darker
Until you cannot remember what it originally was
They do not tell you how to return to your old bubble
The world begins to look different
You find yourself asking
Is this a moth or butterfly, a caterpillar or worm
Eventually you stop trying and embrace your new life
They do not oppose

We see, we think, we talk

But do we know how?

We walk, we run, we skip

But do we know why?

Some think we know everything there is to know

But how would they know for sure?

Some think there is nothing more to discover

But there is always more.

No matter what it is or where.

There is always more...

His face turns from its happy seal like form
Too hard as stone when his father enters the room.
He stands there back straight, with his brothers behind him,
Waiting for their forever-working father to say something, anything.
However, he only stares. His eyes swimming through his sons’ souls
For one tiny particle of courage, skill, or even trust.
Finally, his eyes stop upon Jeffrey, his eldest of three.
Only then does he speak.
Though what he is to say is already known.
The boys listen intently through their lecture even if
It is meant for only one. After their father is gone,
Jeffrey, the chosen one, becomes a ball of grief in the corner.
Henry old enough to understand goes to his side to comfort him,
Before his heart truly breaks. Their youngest brother,
Richard skips around the room, yet the force of his brother’s sadness
Starts to trap him. So he too goes to join their huddle.
To know your fate is maddening even if you yourself chose it.
It drains the excitement out of life quickly,
Like how the beating sun melts ice on a hot summers day.
Let your life unfold before you, don’t make every decision
Before you even know what to decide.

As I walk along
The path of weeping willows
For one last time.
I break my vow,
And hope
For the first time
That I will be attacked
By the poisonous drops
That slide down from their branches.
The drops that I have avoided for years,
Because if they touch me
I will burn slowly
Falling where I stand.

I hope and hope and hope again
That they will attack me.
For if they do
I will stay here forever,
And this love
That I have come to know
Has brought me to a point
Where being here
Void of life
Is better than living
And leaving.

However,
It is not as simple
As being tapped
By a few drops.
For you see,
I would have to be drenched
In their poison.
And while I have come close before,
This time
I was barely sprinkled upon.
There was not even enough discomfort
To equal the agony
I will feel when I leave.
It seemed
As if the willows
Heard my wish,
And decided
To leave me with more pain
Than their poison
Could ever give me.