Merely a scratch.
Don't go looking for a bruising,
A festering wound or any of that.
Everything happened so fast,
Yet don't go thinking the pain won't last.
I'm only saying,
Not thinking or praying,
That I'm hurt.
Wanting my Mr. Bandaid,
To soothe me with his healing hugs.

Words
Written,
  Ascending
   In    a   pattern
    So   easy   to   see.
   And that is why
  They will fail
To move
Me .

Letters delicately carved in paper
                             thrown away
           describing who I am
                                       always wanted to be
                             themselves
           formed by pure chaos lingering in my fingers
                                               I yearn to control
           define me
                      you
                      us
           ­                   forever

A man once sailed
across the sea
to find undiscovered selves
dug deep down inside.

His kin has bailed,
now returned home
no more pictures on his shelves.
Here to die alone.

A man will sail no more.

Mountains had fallen,
decades had passed,
for him all have bowed.
Now on top of it all,
he can only look down
to resist the dreadful
calling of the void.