Do you ever wonder about the stone that was first tossed,
that left the shards and fragments,
and the wires all uncrossed?

Or do you count the seconds,
the painful ticks and tocks
until my chalkboard-scratching voice
stops hitting your ears like jagged rocks.

A soul with many places to go,
who would ever have the mind
to entertain the meltdown of a child locked in time?
I'm sorry that I came off appearing to be just fine,
A luscious blooming fruit
With the taste of a bitter lime.

Peace from all the madness,
That's what anyone would seek.
Peace from a childish, damaged, wild, shameful, unhinged freak.
Craving love but unable to normally express,
That all i ever wanted was a passionate caress

Instead the message blows away in gusts of words unspoken
Who would want to touch something
So sharp, coarse, and broken?
The world at my fingertips
But I choose to stay inside
Agoraphobic nature, and my instinct is to hide

Why should l expect anyone to sympathize or pity?
There are so many among us whose lives are far from pretty.
But everyone with a brain inside
Has some unspoken pain inside.
Mine reenacts the shame inside;
A torturous symphony.

I can't expect you to understand
I know you're sick and tired
You deserve to be a king and rule your own empire.
Unbound by restrictive wires
and diminishing desires

But before the sight of me causes you to roll your eyes and sigh,
I hope you will consider a bit more than meets the eye.

I may be broken fragments now,
but I hold onto a shred of hope
that one day my shattered glass
will make a great kaleidoscope

I hope in the end you decide not to cut the rope.

Like so many of us, surrounded by binaries and cold concrete,
he finds it hard to say what he feels, and I found it hard
to understand, for a while, that he loved me just as I did him,
when he never vocalised his feelings completely, and I did.
It took me some time to realise he shows them instead, and maybe
that is all the more eloquent than anything I could ever
materialise on a piece of paper filled with smeared ink.
His love manifests itself in lingering gazes and the lightest touch,
in private smiles and the softening of his eyes when I laugh.
Like a child resorts to pointing at things they cannot name,
he ends up holding close what he cannot verbalise he needs.

- “You make me happy,” I tell him. He looks vulnerable and smiles. c.s.

Everything I touch starts to melt more or less
I mainly roam around inside planet earth, what am I, can you guess?
Things around me I bring along in my flow
When you and me collide, life around us start to show

I'm a destroyer, but don't see it as a hurdle
I bring death so there can be life
Together we complete the circle

You cool me down and show me the way
Calms the toxic ashes and bouldering flames inside me for that day
My warmth makes you fly and spread your energy
Mixed together we shape sculptures of life and love, I hope last through infinity

Through time though, elements petrifies me randomly and it starts to show
I desperately seeking your shores before it's too late for me to know

I find your shore but it's a stormy weather
Sometimes I can still reach the ocean though
Before what I am freezes altogether

If I'm too cold, I should return to earth's core
Instead of just being in a stasis on your ocean shore

Trust in me, be sure that I bring the key to life
I can't help it, a sculpture takes form without you, hurry raise your tide

Inside screaming and crying in vain fighting to postpone the process
Trying to break the growing crust outside on me so I can let in my ocean goddess

I naively without your element try to join the ocean
But I'm solid now, drowning and choking in your tenderness and loving devotion

I hope I learn someday to master my creature
Even if it means to fight this nature

You
ruined my favorite song,
the one I played for you
the night we (I?)
confessed.

You
listened to my song and said
you knew it
too.

You lied.
You're a liar.

You
crinkled the fragile paper of
my heart,
already thin from
ruined songs passed.

When I hear it now
I hear
the drumbeat in your chest
blood rushing through my ears
the breaking of a glass
staccato breath between--

Not:
Your voice
A phone call
Text
Email
LinkedIn notification.  

You
ruined my favorite song.

What makes an animals  life more inferior to a humans?

Are the killings forgiven because the bond we share is broken from the missing link of communication?
Do we do it because their screams are silenced and the only way to hear horror is by looking into their eyes?

We **** before we understand. Humans themselves are still learning. There are things we don't understand, there are times we ***** up. Does that mean we're eligible for death?
No because we have a larger "meaning" in this life. We have jobs, pay bills and use our opposable thumbs for senseless tasks.
Does that make us superior?
No.

Elephants can paint
Monkeys play chess
Birds can sing
Animals can feel.

Tragedy is, ignorant people will only see the common bond they have with others is simply the soil we tread on.