i don’t know
what i’m doing anymore
i don’t know
why it’s been so hard lately
i do know
that it’s hurting more
i do know
that it’s hard for you too
i don’t know
if everything i do is wrong
i don’t know
if i’m as horrible as i feel
i do know
you are everything right
i do know
you see me as more than i feel
i don’t know
how to fix everything
i don’t know
how to fix myself
i do know
you see there’s less that needs fixing
i do know
we’re healing each other
i don’t know
how long we’ll be walking
i don’t know
how long it’ll be hard
i do know
you will always be next to me
i do know
i’ll always have you
i don’t know
if we’ll be okay on this earth but
i do know with you i feel okay
and loved
and a little more
sure of myself
and a little more
sure of my path
and a lot more
loved
and
good
and
whole
i do know
i love you.

Truth be told, I have nothing to say
Nothing of worth to fill up your day,
So I apologize for wasting your time
As you read this useless series of rhymes.

There once was an immortal man who thought he had it all
The world in his hand, resting in groove of his palm
And nothing could or would stop his conquest
Until he met a challenge that he simply could not best.

He had as long as he needed to beat this task
But he got it, couldn't do it, and gave up just as fast
Avoiding this issue, he sulked through his years
And too proud was he to stop and dry his tears.

And soon he slipped into a sour state
His stubbornness leading him to a horrifying fate
That of a human who is unable to be just that
Feeling less like a dude, more like a dog, chimp, a rat

Day in and day out, he remained in his chair
Fearing another obstacle, he stayed in his lair
And for that matter, his skin became pale
And his eyes, ears, and even nose began to fail.

Yet to this day he is still barely alive
And in his agony, his inhumanity he still writhes
Thinking about that thing that he could not defeat
Wishing that stain on his life, he could delete.

The death of a man is not when he stops breathing
But rather when he stops believing
In the fact that there is always something to be gained
A rainbow most often finds its way when it has just rained

People have been searching for a way to live forever
Which should be the same as never dying, aren't I clever?
If we simply keep on living,
Never stopping, always giving,
Then we'll keep on getting
Finding something worth the suffering,
And that version of immortality sounds a hell of a lot better.

pain: an abstract noun
abstract: existing only in mind
pain is not tangible
unable to be exposed
but
she tried to show us her woes
in evidence of her ageing agony
wore a disguise so happy
no one was wise
until she poured what we were told
could kill down her throat to kill
pain can be destructed she thought
if there isn’t a soul for it to reside
her name was may