I didnt know what to do
I felt like a part of me was so lost in the past
that letting go of myself as a whole made sense
slowly
bit by bit
I began to strip apart who I was
and what I was doing
until it all fell far behind me
and so far down the line
I missed too much of what I had let go
but the bits of myself that I had striped
lead so far into the past
I was scared to go back and pick up the parts
but I had to
and I had to reface so many things
that I didnt want to face once around
but as I went back
I only had to pick up the parts of myself that i wanted
but now I have to race back into present time
and parts of me are dropping
I cant keep up
but that wont stop me from trying

I asked her the other day
Then waited two days for today
She said at one or two she would come
My hair was done
But not that great
I am dressed
But not that pretty
I had my bag packed
With money to spend
Only on her
I had a gleam in my eyes
Smile from my lips
One rolled around
And two has left
Oh she tells me to wait till three
Im trying to i will
Wanting things to work
But she would never fall for a pathetic loser like me
I just sit and wait
Till three

My stomach turned upside down
and inside and out
It felt like toxins
but in a good way
see I burnt away a layer of my skin
it was itching me
it was dry
it made me fell disgusting
I looked at myself and all I could see was this skin
looked like it was dipped in toxic
But a cure came around
it came in bunches
or a single pack
its sizes ranged from big to small
the cure surrounded me
it held me tight
it kept telling me to let the skin go
but I didn't know who I was with out it
But the cure showed me who I was with it
and as I let the toxic skin fall
I felt toxins in the air
it was clean
it was fresh
and I was unaware
this was what it was like
to be *free

I was so weak
it felt like you could stab a feather through my chest
and move me with just a breath
what was this
was it death
because it surely wasn't life
was it worth it
because I surly couldn't tell

~~♥~~

I used to think men
should be more like books
Both you cannot
judge by looks...

If I didn't want to finish reading
I put it down... no heart was bleeding

A book will never fuss or fight
It will stay with you
through the night...

It doesn't smoke. It doesn't drink.
It won't leave toothpaste
in the sink!

It doesn't binge... it don't eat...
It won't leave up the toilet seat!

It don't forget. It doesn't mope.
It won't hog the TV remote!

It doesn't have to have
The last say...
It doesn't have legs

to walk away.

But it's not soft. It isn't warm.
It doesn't keep you
safe from harm.

Even though it makes no fuss
It can't think. It can't discuss.

Even though it has its charms
it can't hold you in its arms.

It doesn't pine. It doesn't miss.
It can't hug and it can't kiss.

So now I think on it again...
... I think BOOKS should be
             more like MEN!!!


SoulSurvivor
2/20/2015

I bleed over the fact that I can not fathom
more than what people have before
I race to see time and all its existence
but it rages from my hand like a storm
trying to run over the left overs and scraps
of what is left when we are done
and the wind will whisk me high
as the water drains out the wrath of darkness
I shiver and shake
the ground opens up and I am dropped in
feet above me seem years away
the worlds shuts me out
I can not fathom

Though you are quite
you are loud
your eyes speak
more than any words would allow you to
and you die and drown in silence
because you think
that just because they have you mouth wrapped shut
you cant let your mind speak in its place
they can never shut you down
they can never shut you up
because they can cover your eyes
but you can still see
they can cover your ears
but you can still hear
its all in your mind
you can express it
you can feel it
you will never be quite
you will always be loud