At a stroke I feel the heat
Winding pulse of electricity
Beneath me I feel grounded, thunderstruck
My love abounded
So wherefore am I bound?

To tread lonely is no cause for fanfare sound
And yet to know warmth is to know bitter lacking
For in the lean times when friends seem far away
All I can feel is that maybe I was not good enough

At a stroke I banish these thoughts
But I am ill prepared to walk
The twisting thread, the tightrope-drop
And alack, I curse that I should be forgot

I hate that I should have to fight
The inner me with all my might
Who at a whim should change his coat
That in the shade I suffer'd stroke.

Nick

You stumbled upon me
     when I was down on my knees.
Broken, I told you not to bother,
     but you knelt beside me
     and reached out a hand.
Helping me up slowly,
     you showed me your own
     bruised and ****** body.
And I knew you had been stuck
     down there before too.
So I met your eyes cautiously
     and let you guide me to my feet.

I think if you had stopped there,
     we wouldn't be here today.
But you weren't content
     with just setting me on my feet.
You gave me a step up,
     then another,
          and another,
until you had me on a pedestal
     I never wanted.
I was never meant to be
     the princess in the tower.
I can't live up to that.
Heights scare me,
     and the air suffocates up there.
So with the pressure pushing in,
     I did the only thing I could
     to free myself from the fearful view.
                                                           ­           I jumped.

You’re here

I can hate you.
Hating that I have no control.
Are you deceiving me
How can I tell?
When you’re not here

You’re here

My frustration grows
At all the things I cannot control,
Cannot know
Who do you see?
When you’re not here

You’re here

I want to slap your face
Until your pain matches mine
Are you lying to me
Keeping secrets?
When you’re not here

You’re here

The only one who comes
The only one who cares
I love you for coming
For being here
With me

You’re here
I wish I was there

i almost texted
"good morning i can't sleep"
to you
i guess it was a habit.

then i remembered
you are living a different life that i'm not a part of
anymore, not within nor without.

but that's okay,
we'll be strangers with some memories,
if i miss you
then that's my fault.

so,
good morning, i can't sleep.

I would like to help you

I would love to change

how you feel about the world

and those therein arrange,

in such away to alter how you view

your fellow man, but darling it is

not that simple, for while we love

today, there is a little problem that

arises in the way

yes, its true i love you

and want to keep your pain at bay

but honestly, to be quite blunt



i dock my boat there everyday.

When I look in the mirror I hate what I see
I look and I see someone unknown to me
But hey that's okay I'll be okay soon
On the way up to heaven, past the moon

A glance at the rear-view mirror,
And you’re in the hands of a driver,

Who’s chewing grass,
And kneading her weave.

You hope you’ve selected the right seat because,
You’re left of a drunk,

Who’s just exclaimed,
In between snorts,

That women are ******,
And we’re moving too fast.

Survival in slow motion can be glamorous.

You imagine, you see,
That you can dodge bullets and retain bouncy hair,

That keratin replenishers really do work;

But the drunk man was right;
Not about women,

Too fast is too fast.

You survived,
The others did not.