warm water,
sink beneath-
engulfed;
don't breath-
calm
settles over,
heart beat slows;
dying, dying, slowly.
gasp!
for air
lungs filled,
heart quickens.

what sound do you make
when your bones hit the floor?
heavy like the noise
of a slamming door.
light as a bird, bones do sound
soft as whispered words.

when they are ripped
from your body, a little,
you’ll look pretty and brittle
and breakable; little china doll,
I advise you not to fall.

tapping on bones, like sticks,
little drummer boys
make a war cry noise.
the battlefield is invisible
until it’s not, and your skin prickles.

fingers, bony spiders, crawl
hurting, tearing it all.
barren like a desert
the bones do seem
bleached and white,
like a mother that weeps.

gravestone bones like little dancers.
strong as milk, shatter army advances
in you; they sabotage you,
then they try to break through
and crack and bend.
they’ll be out!
they’ll be much better then-

but your body, made of jelly
misses the commensalism.
bones, they create a schism
between mind and body.
they’re ever so naughty.

the grey swallows me whole;
headaches, emptiness
replace my mind and soul.

it's too light to sleep through;
it's too dark to wander, too.

alone, I will lay
sleep may come,
and the dusk will turn to day.

but the dusk doesn't end,
it only lets the sun appear once,
my cracked skull it will mend.

the dark comes every year
and I remind myself,
the beginning of light is near.

They say that when you grow up,
The world will be in your hands.
Yet, small phalanges cannot affect such diversity,
Correct?


The thought is comforting,
However, disagreement tugs me.
This simple body part
Functions in ways that could
Destroy or ****.

Fingers dance upon
Passionate melodies
Or provide
Soothing caresses
Assuring you that you are in peace.


But some are stained crimson
With marks of sin.

Callused, rough, and
Ignorant about a
Tender touch.


Nimble and agile, they create
Illusions the human eye
Cannot follow,
Letting them have freedom to
Manipulate and control
Weak minds.

Yet they also spring delight in
Children's eyes.
Their imagination beholds
Tales of magic and fairytales with each
Flick of the wrist.

When you're in a void,
Consumed by your thoughts, just
Weeping,
Regretting,
Loathing,
Aching,
Doesn't a spark light a
Fire of desperate hope
For a savior to pull you out?

Unpredictable movements of doing the
Wrong things for the right reasons,
Or vice-versa,
Who can you really trust?

Unpredictable movements of doing the
Wrong things for the right reasons,
Or vice-versa,
Who can you really trust?

Human hands hold frail things with
Care or recklessness.

Human hands  share
Fear or love.

Human hands display
Favor or hatred.

Take my two cents and tread carefully.
The globe is but fragile glass

*Entrusted in your hands.

it's dark,



sitting in an empty room
pretending to read
so many thoughts
mind in water
not yet ready to breathe

awake in my dreams
not steady to sleep
the earthquake i'm riding
won't let me keep
my way to you

sipping the vast gloom
from the big bang boom

i've been searching
for you



nothing to seek
no window to peek
only stark darkness
to love and breed

forget love
too old too cold
through and through sold
nobody knows any code
valentine's dead
and my heart is old

circling the universe
in search of gold


and i find myself drift
in middle of
the universe
with nothing to hold


with no truth to seed
no hunger to feed
with only silence to teach
the science of violence

in middle of
the universe
searching for opulence

finding nothing and,

collecting the pieces
and throwing it in the fire
making smoke from ash
thats been flying in the air
to everywhere

until it all goes black,

back to the same emptiness
we were all born from
without time

the world will fail,

and the words will fade
just as they came
and became
a thought in my mind.

Structure

Chaos

Society way.

Bars

Shackles

Time taken away.

Heart beat

Don't breathe.

Steady hands

Shaking feet.

Conform, conform, conform, repeat.

Comfort

Ignorance

Keep us enslaved.

Unaware

Unquestioning

We weren't born this way.

Face made of stone

Eyes made of glass

Hearts made of plastic

Mind made of brass.

Opinions

Creativity

Individuality

Wash it all away.

Conform, conform, conform, repeat.

Will I be a robot one day?



Watch

Don't talk.

Read

Don't speak.

Walls built tall

Privacy in breech.

Complacency

Security

Uniformity

Preach.

Don't chip the marble

Originality is inside.

Don't break the bottle

Thats where everyones feelings hide.

Inside, Inside, Inside, Internalize.

Destroying humanity

One insecurity at a time.