People tell me I'm strong but maybe I'm just a good actress I try to keep the show going, but alone I break.

Yes, I break and I'm only a human heartless from the countless others who sworn they stay? Maybe, but human nonetheless I am the master of "I'm fine", so good I'll soon destroy myself.

Nothings fine and it rarely is after years of emotional emptiness you become numb trying everything just to feel something again. I'm tired of bring broken is it too late to be fixed? Its possible that I have destroyed myself beyond repair

Oh how I'd **** to feel fixed for a day.

he moon I share a kindred sense with, it hovers alone in the void of the cosmos, never really seeing life

But it glows with such a radiance, how majestic it mirrors, illuminating in the gaze of all to see

I look at the magnificent with a sense of sadness, and a sense of almost… faded envy

I do not hold the wonder it holds, the grace or beauty it radiates every night

I am just a shadow, sitting on the edge of a veil, alone with my bruised innocence

Alone with my tearful eyes, sitting with my thoughts, watching the moon up high above

I don't seem to belong.
To the beating hearts, the
worn out, dirt-stained,
wry,
perpetually filthy
bluejeans.
I just am.
And how can that be enough?
I am a sheep in a flock
without such a heart.
For if wool covered potential,
any of my skin would be detrimental.
How can such a beast feel
stuck between an
immovable slab of concrete
and what is actually real.

Listen to life unapologetically.
For if there is no response,
remorse may go unmuted,
but unheard.
The only problem
worth deeming absurd
is that I was given this
flesh-filled, ruddy red *****
with a broken bridge
leading a trite path
to spoken word.

I feel too much; emotionally/mentally
I'm constantly thinking about nothing and everything all at once
Why was I born with this blessing?
Why was I born with this curse?
Why am I like this?
I feel feelings that don't exist and
I fall in love with everything and
I'm constantly breaking my own heart
I feel like no one understands me andI don't know how I should
Feel about that
I just have all these thoughts and emotions inside of me
That I can only release onto paper and
It makes me feel alone and trapped and
Yet I push away everyone in my life
So they don't see this beautiful mess I've created
Of both happiness and sadness
I'm still trying to solve myself
Because I'm a Mystery

I have many koalifications,
Numbed by gum leaves, stupefaction,
Glazed by arid summer drought,
Real hot today, there's no doubt!
What's this? Black storm clouds?
Who said clouds were allowed?
Now there's rain a'drenching,
Oh, it's stopped, not worth mentioning,
There's a eucalyptus Petrichor,
I'll daze now, did it rain at all?

There is wet sand in my veins
and I’ve never seen the ocean-
but I thought I saw it in your eyes.
Maybe I was only trying to find
the salt water
to help me float.
You were silken yet solid, a work of art
I felt I did not deserve.
Yet under every glistening
oceans’ waves
swims monsters and demons
we cannot see
or the pressure will crush us.
I am a cyclone
twisting in every direction:
dizzy, destructive, and dying.
But I am still. Too still.
Calm before the storm.
Calm before the storm.
If this is calm, god please
let me dissolve…

The tide is laced in my veins, in every emotion, nerve, cell, atom.
It has taken the ability to love from me because no matter how many times I try to plant a kiss on the shores of someone's heart, they keep sending me way.

I am an ocean.
You give me all your broken pieces
And I swallow them whole;
Wave after wave,
And I return them to you,
Smooth glass.
They will no longer fit together
Like they used to,
But they will be beautiful.