she always
felt less and
less.

her hair
her makeup
her smile
made her shallow.

I'm not what you think i am
This distance between us
Will always remain

A joyful confession
I can barely listen
Getting so used to disappointment
Expectations, they are letting me down

Who were you before you spoke?
Goodbyes is all you've talked about
All these doors that you close
All these thoughts that you choke

Decisions can be misinterpreted
When we both look the other way
Our kiss may of existed
But i never mean what I say

Yes it hurts, but, not for me
Heart is more than i can offer
It's confusing to see
And do not wait any longer

What better way to pour out
the pain of a poet that
to write the stories
with a *** of
blood?

‘Twas during inner turmoil that a certain yearning arose
Whispers of breakage reaching deeper as time goes
From the disillusionment of reality it was forged
Of seething rage the desires hunger gorged
In following certain conformities felt like being a prisoner
The will to resist the motions of many being aimed to muster
To not be like a tree that has to be cut or uprooted just to move
To be driven by reasons that to only ones viewpoint can behoove

Looking at another view of the coming uncertainty
As a pathway to many possibilities with regards to unpredictability
That stopping a tragedy is sometimes not the thing to do
Lest one forgets that the phoenix must burn down to rise anew
Or that Ragnarok is followed by a great rebirth
Who can know what revelations a raging flood might unearth?
Being lost might as well be the way to find an elusive longing
The remedy to the Anhedonia closely and ominously looming

When being chained to the rhythm just compares to an inner futile feeling
Knowing that a greater horizon is missed by the act of settling
A bet on the odds that epiphany might be found in whatever form
To behold serendipity actually being brought by the coming inner storm
In using the great idleness to plan the restoring of a balance
And to see clearly without the feeling of rushing pressure and turbulence
The path and pace may change to the deeper quest not yet ceased
In bringing forth the long sought betterment through a cataclysmic release.