I'm looking at you through the glass.
The spectrum is changing; fading.
You're skin, as beautiful as porcelain. The very features that make up your being; chiseled as if by a sculptor. The beauty that once was, and still is, is fading. Not as if to disappear, but enough to morph the simple idea of the person you once were. The glass is the mirror into which  I am staring. I am you. You are me. I am noticing the beginning signs of losing myself. Once more. I can't stop it this time.

I died on a Sunday
A day of blessings,
peace. Eternal sleep
was interrupted by medicine.

It happens

When I woke,
I was surrounded by strange people
White suits and blue masks.
Needles in my arms
Sensors on my chest.

That must have done wonders for your anxiety

My...heart...simply...stopped.

As if it no longer wished to fill the pain
of a life half lived. Loves almost won

You can't "win" love

Fights never finished. Things never said.

What did you do?

I quit my job. I told the woman that I like
my feelings for her. Changed Apartments.

What did you really do?

I began living.

Freely

Then next time I die. I will not have regrets.

Curiosity.
Life changing at a rapid velocity.
The hypocrisy of an unjust philosophy
called democracy.

A nation reaching for the stars.
Finding life on mars.
Leaving the earth scarred
as if it's an old girlfriend
crying in her car while
he drives to the bar with the
new woman he's destined to mar.

It's pitiful
The common man is treated criminal
Speaking the truth gets you clinical
trials.  In the age of digital,
the biblical is still considered the
pivotal, principle foundation.

**This is an Idol-me-nation

Stuck in a rut
of fear.
Guck, through I cut,
now clear.
Shuck, here's a nut;
no beer.
Pluck until ****
then jeer.
Struck at the glut.
New sheers

Every connection I make
I eventually break.
It's the fear of being inadequate
to someone's taste that causes me to
shiver and shake like ******-doo
I'm not the one that leaves, I make you.
It's really not your fault I want you to shoo
I really don't but I have an abandonment issue.
Its why I live alone and don't pursue romantic
interests. I sit around frantic as if the Atlantic
and Pacific, to be specific, were going to flood
the exact spot I sit in.