Two hearts clang
but
never open

Tears fall
but
are never caught

Flames arise
but
are never fanned

Minds connect
but
are never spoken

capable but unmotivated,
love being different, hate being misunderstood,
impulsive long term planner.
strange mix of super private and open book.
rational yet unrealistic.
great at giving advice, bad at following it.
arrogant, but painfully aware of my flaws
sure of myself, yet unassuming
introverted extrovert,
rigorous yet care-free,
perpetual loner with tons of friends.
energetic but lazy,
sensitive, yet cold hearted
gregarious yet studious,
intelligent but spacey,
personal, yet detached.
unhealthy, yet understanding therapist,
competitive mediator.
The optimist who just wants to see the world burn.
Where do I fit in?

Exposed
Afraid
  To be real
   An illusion
    Artificial smile
     Manufactured interest
      Painful apprehension
       An Impending encounter
        No escape
         Succumb
          Detached from self
           Dissociated mind
            Plastic eyes
             Void of feeling
              Mechanical heart
               Foul abandonment
                Self-pity
                 Worthless
                   Squandered life
                    Exit right

Way past 12
yet still I am awake
the world sin,
in a pen
conforming lights,
this is the world now?
digitized in bytes
digitized in bites and bytes.
we are ever distant, we don't
gaze at each other on these nights
we just digitize , digitize bytes
process instead of feel
and distract ourselves
forever encased in the mud of the machine.
Lets jump on the lifeboat
and find ourselves homes
to root in, not another boot that breaks the skin
Emote, and feel
don't process
with a zeal that begs

war is
behind glass
a silver screen
composed of pixels

war is
in movies
muted bombs,
a silent scream

war is
a newsflash
on twitter,
about a country
far, far away

war is
insignificant
easily dismissed

for us.

but for them,

war is losing everyone they love
war is hiding with bated breath
war is a constant ache in their bellies
war is a bleeding throat
war is not being able to protect
war is breathing dust tinged with dried blood

it's not knowing whether the person in front of them will see tomorrow
it's the feeling of ruin when they see their house go up in smoke
it's the taste of blood when they bite their tongue to stop from screaming

war is praying to be able to see the sun rise again the next day

war is not a silver screen
not pixels dancing
not a link on their newsfeed

war is real.

Her heart is sealed behind unscalable walls
and unbreakable doors
It’s key long ago forgotten
but those are the least concerning
Any weary traveler or brave warrior should beware
of the beast that protects the walls

Rows of ivory razors set in a malicious smirk
strong jaws meant to snap a man in half
unbreakable scales make a gleaming armor of crimson
whose strength has crushed any who travel by

And inside the castle a maiden stays
detached from the world
unaware of the battles that are waged outside
lost in the looming abyss of her mind

And she wonders
is something wrong with her
She is the queen of broken hearts
and she doesn’t even try
And the moment she begins to feel something
she is drawn back by the beast inside

People are bound by ropes and chains
but the weak strings that kept her attached to this world have long since broken

she looks for love but never finds it
she doesn’t know why
she doesn’t even question it any more
just drifts off into her blissful oblivion
but  she doesn’t realize that it is all her fault
The beast is controlled by her savage heart
even if she is oblivious to it
deep down she knows the truth

So in her castle she will stay
behind her mile high walls
and sealed doors
that no longer have a key
protected by a beast and a savage heart
hoping for a brave knight that will never come

You don't want to be lonely like the people you have *** with.
You don't understand the ones you love are perceptive.
I've watched you wish your life away and blame it all on strangers.
Performing to the audience, hoping someone takes notice of the lies.
You're not as detached as you show through your disguise.

I exist near nowhere
floating,  detached
arms outstretched
can't quite grasp
the parameters
of your perception
borne of my own
cognitive deception
dissonant resonance
of different frequencies
than what I perceive