As I am reading.
My mind is feeding.
My soul is feeling.
My heart is crying.
Your words they haunt me.
The more I read.
The more they please me.
Teasing my brain neurons.
Tickle my thinner skin.
Feels so alive.
When you take me in.
Into your soul
and fragile mind.
I can almost feel your
heartbeat racing.
Dark shadows chasing.
Hear you mentally breaking.
In your words
I know who you are.
You carry a heavy burden.
I can't carry it for you.
But I can pick you up.
And together we move forward.

I have no time for you
for I am busy pulling
pieces of me together
with glue and tape

I have no time for you
for I am still looking
for the sun under the
rainy clouds

I have no time for you
I have no time for anything
Not even for myself
I have no time at all

Helpful and caring
Eager to please any soul
R**aring for his heart

today
the people you know
will act strange
towards you
they might project
their insecurities
more than usual
or lash out
intensely
maybe you will hear
from someone you
used to be close with
it's their way of dealing
with the uneasiness
my advice:
stay inside
ride it out
and remind yourself:
this will pass

all you kids will figure it out
find love
feel free
it hurts now but I swear
one day you'll wake up
and be 43 years old
wishing you were young again
laughing at your past
shutting off your phone at dawn
to sleep an hour more

I am not a cop
politician
or preacher
I am not the director
of advertising
head of sales
or top model
I am not your mother
father
or annoying uncle
therefore
I am not going to tell you
what to do

She hides the scar with long sleeves
Even on scorching summer days
So no one can see
or ask why
I sometimes tell stupid jokes
to try and make her smile
But there's an awful sadness
in her eyes
that I can't cure
Nicky's wrist is a road-map
to a dark place
with no return ticket
She reaches for a bottle of pills
to knock her out at night
The knife she used
under the bed

You reach for the hand of God.
Empty as the first time you stretched it out.

My gift to you is the emptiness that should
take hold and make you question.

I am the fog.

Painful are the needles of the night's darkness,
but if you can't see them will it matter?

Turn back around and upside down.
Wondering how you have gotten so lost.

I am the fog.

Phantom whispers of the past
are the only company you keep.

Don't speak aloud to them or
else the ghosts will think you are crazy.

I am the fog.

Take tiny steps hoping to find
some sort of edge for guidance.

After a while the steps turn
to ever growing strides.

I am the fog.

Don't stop running you say aloud.

That's when the silence finally grips you.

I am the fog.