I have built these cages of mine inside of me to hide out and to just lie down and cry

Cry like I have never done before

For once inside of time
Waves of such happiness were mine

Did you hear me

They were just mine

And now lost and trapped I have become
For of all nothingness I am

And now please leave me alone

For of nothing I shall always be.

jo.

I'm not very attracted
To those who're easy
Those who go out
And act like they're so hot
Like what they do
Doesn't matter
As if there are
No consequences
I can get to know you
And love how you are
Love how you look
Walk and talk
But if you do that
With everyone
That crosses your path
You're no longer that special
Nor are you unique
You're not a person
Worth treasuring
It's a shame
People don't realize
Every choice
Makes a difference
When it comes to
Building one's character

I woke up from a dream of love
Found my tiny fingers held by her
She wrapped me in umbrella of love
My little eyes awestruck by her
She narrated her stories in nights
I heard her hum the songs divine
Beside her chest that swelled with care
I slept in darkness to have no fear
Her arms so warm kept me tied
Away from the ***** world around
Bountiful beauty defines her
Her face shines with love for all
A heart of gold she possesses
An enigma, an angel, she is mine!

These.
Segmented lines and semi-circles.
Hold so much weight.

Fragmented dashes.
Across a blank page.
Make.You.
Feel.

Make my-
Emotions real.

Disconnection.
Should-have-smiles and blank eyes.
Suppression.

Fear.
I know how to express.
Fear.
I rather bury it.
Fear.
I don't want to explain.
Fear.
My finger tips will do the talking.
Fear.
You're reading this.
Fear.
Holds.
Me.
Back.

You'll never know-
How this should sound.
Where I've trained my voice to shake and hurry.
To pause.
To inflict some words more harshly than others.
You'll never know-
Fear.

I will pass you a page of-
Fragmented, segmented lines,
And hope that you feel.
But.
Should I expect my language to resonate with you?

My voice doesn't sing and,
My fingers don't play and,
Maybe this won't be so beautiful to you-
As it is to look at a huge canvas filled with gorgeous lines of paint.
As it is for me to hear a poet strip down on the stage, and let their emotions speak through their words they've memorized for days because the endless string of words ringing through their mind is the only way they can understand and express--
How.
They.
Feel.

You won't understand.
Until I stand before you naked.
Clothed.
Naked-in emotion.
Letting Go..
Showing you.
I'm letting go.

Raw emotion.
Shown.
Not heard.
Not read.
Not explained.
Raw emotion.
Standing before you.
Vulnerable.

I. I say your flesh won't
Be enough for me. You say
I can have your bones.

II. Don't let yourself think
For one second I don't know
Your whole, cursed structure.

III. The angle of your
Pinky finger is, frankly,
Not too promising.

IV. You fall and fall and
Fall and fall and fall and fall
And fall and then snap.

V. We say we're fragile.
The flesh, maybe. But the bone
Is god's own thumbtack.

VI. I wanna kiss your
Skull. Leap past all the dying
Stuff and touch the sea.

VII. Cartilage is a
Nasty, cowardly *****. But
Somehow I need it.

IIX. Break a bone for me.