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One minute
my body is sreaming,
shreiking;
It's deafening,
the roaring inside me.
Excruciating.
It's
tearing
at the seams
it seems.
In that minute
the pain is searing,
scortching,
It's blinding fire raging
and burning
up every bit of me.
It's debilitating.
An angry
sharp,
sore,
stiff,
stabbing,
torturously
unending
pain.

And suddenly
with the magic
of medication
it's becoming
fuzzy.
I'd like to thank modern medicine.
Shallow breaths,
tight chest,
blurry vision,
No rest.
*******
by my thoughts:
make it stop...
‘give it all you’ve got.’
Head spinning,
hope dwindling.
Skin burning,
bones chilling.
Drowning in air
a sinking ship;
dying of thirst,
and I don’t get a drip.
Surrounded by an ocean
and I can’t see
anything.
I can’t hear
for the life of me.
This feeling
I swear
is killing 
me.

Whispering:
“give in
don’t get up
stay home
you’re not enough.
Even if there’s nothing wrong:
walk out the door
and harm
will come”
This ubiquitous feeling
draping
over me,
enveloping
everything,
wet,
and weighted...
bet you’ve never hated
someone so much
you’d stab them in the chest
and without a moments rest
grab them at the throat
so tight they can’t whisper a note
and leave them wondering
if they’ve even given their best
after their whole self feels negated.

**This hate,  
this punishment 
or something,
draped
over me
so viciously
is known as:
Anxiety.
For a moment
Climb out of that noose and come with me
Cast the razor blade away
And come
You'll see
That the eyes of youth can only imagine
A future in a week
Or two
But not a millennium
For with the gun in your teeth you cannot believe
That you are meant
For more
Than what you can already breathe
Every thud in your chest
Was made for life
A life
Well lived
Be a husband or a wife
Be an author
An artist
A creature of your own invention
A lover
A fighter
For you are needed for higher intentions
Than the tears you shed
Every night
And song
That reminds you of a time long gone
That will come again
If you just put down those meds
And come with me
Because like I said
The fumes from the car
Which you learnt to drive
For so much more you are meant to be alive
 Feb 2015 Mike Fashé
aar505n
Can you see me, Moon?
or am I too far?
are the stars too bright
to see me tonight?

Maybe if I get higher
or burn some fire?
Maybe if I sing a tune,
you will hear me to see me, Moon?

I can see you so clearly
so perfect, so still, barely trying
I've always seen you , Moon, but you haven't seen me
I'd like to believe you do and followed me during the night.

Every late night journey
all those lonely hours in my room
Watching me, learning from me, devouring me
If I can see you, you can see me

You orbit my everyday life
but I must admit
it feels the other way around
it is I who orbits you, I surround you.

I can see a face but no eyes
blind to my devotion, my worship
luminous clock that semi-brightens the night
unearthly high, up on a pedestal

Moonlight flood my room
My love above hovers over me
Floating in this half light
Gloating at my sad plight

But even with this said
I can not help but still ask;
"Can you see me, Moon?"
Knowing you won't anwser me soon.

Never see me forever
He fell in love,
With the idea of her.
But he realized too late
that ideas aren't people
and they never do
what you expect.
People aren't things to dream about.
People are imperfect beings
And they don't fit into
Your misunderstood notions.
Foolish ideas, foolish emotions,
Now he's her fool,
Juggling his own life
For her entertainment.
 Feb 2015 Mike Fashé
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Blind
 Feb 2015 Mike Fashé
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Burning through our eyes
Why can’t the truth come out?

We bought last line
I’m just the worst kind
To help you with what you might blind
Because the last time I lie
Which I never could with you

Nor could I see
I have never been one to believe
I just think it’s the hardest part of living
 Feb 2015 Mike Fashé
Pdub
Our Tomb
 Feb 2015 Mike Fashé
Pdub
My affinity for sleeping
Is not to rest–
But rather,
To wander
Relive
Revisit
Myself; my missteps.
I seal myself away
In a timeless tomb
Where I can hope
And dance
And love
Whomever I choose.
I do not find my time wasted
When I drift away in the night
I find myself again living
In leau of reality's knock.
 Feb 2015 Mike Fashé
Mile Conde
Sunrise.
Sunset.
Night and day.

Birth.
Death.
Beginning and end.

Why can't you see
That the ending
Holds just as much beauty

As the opening
Of the enormous play on stage
That is life.
Both beginning and ending are necessary.
The circle of life.
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