He cannot hear
I just now realized
He's deaf to it, it's all disguised
Everything, all of it, is crystal unclear
What's up is down and what's far is near

The radio boils
The microwave sings
The telephone listens, while his ear rings
But he hasn't noticed, his ignorance is loyal
To his strange world of backwards turmoil

His eyes tear up
At the toasters dull ding
Oblivious though, to orchestral strings
Crescendoing, divinus, in joyous buildup
An ode only heard as a course hiccup

Puts books to his ear
But hears no voice
Thumbs through jibberish, but his hands hold Joyce
The steak tastes like spam and the wine of beer
He's deaf to it, all of it, everything I fear

He runs in circles
And sits in squares
Drowns in shallow waters and falls upstairs
Nothings left of romance when passion dulls
But crippled hopes and shattered hulls

He cannot hear
He just now realized
He's deaf to it, it's all disguised
Everything, all of it, is crystal clear
What's up is down and what's far is near

I think I'm looking,

but seeing is there before –


I realize it.

It's all about the choices
You're in a tornado of voices
And still the power is yours:
Feel free and simply choose.

Every 60 seconds someone dies from an eating disorder
But even with that scary reality I just can’t bring myself to recover
Water fills up my stomach like an ocean,
and my sickly brain just causes so much commotion
my hair just comes falling  out
I lay in bed all day and just pout
People tell me to just eat
Man do I wish it was that easy
When will I ever feel loved?
When the dress fits me like a glove?
My brain tells me that I have to take up less space to matter
But when Is enough enough, Is it when dinner is just an empty platter?
See, I look at others girls of all shapes and sizes and see beauty
But why is it so hard to see that in me?
Why did I have to go through all the things I’ve endured ?
i don’t know but I want to one day be able to say that I conquered.

In the beginning
mothers are god
and it's impossible

that this goes well because
they are ordinary mothers
not always all you need

from heaven and earth
and your father is the example
that you have to search

for beds of existence yourself
because of an evil fairy
who throws problems

with every birth
So you have to travel
to find what you are missing

to finally discover
that you don't miss a thing
if you realize what you have

and for the rest
just can be
there

i felt miserable,
the crushing self rejection,
that a lover cannot fix,
the acceptance of being what broke you before.

but,
i stopped,
and realized i wasn’t alone,
for i was surrounded by garnets.
Twinkling, beautiful, crimson friends.

maybe it’s not so bad after all

The day I understand what it feels like
to love,
embracing “empty”
as I do “empathy,”

when "compassion" breathes among
those who embody that space with "passion,"

that a dream realized can also mean
something else doesn't have to die,

will I welcome such miracle?