thought of writing so
many letters they fill to bursts
of rain worn
mailboxes
Peeling painted
faces so adored
you'll see no other and
ache forever with the
thought of writing so
many letters

I remember when we were One,
Me and you.
Together, us, inseperable
Before it all.

Catastrophe.
War, that killed,
Emotions, people, our love.
That split us into one,
Two, three, four
All the same
We are no more.

No longer is our love,
My love.
We are individuals.
We are many.

We have lost us.
And we've lost ourselves.
Before we became
Ourselves.

My mouth is guided to a pasture of white roses
The momentum of the unseen builds like a sparkling night

The dark shadows unhinge me as the stone wall stacks like bricks
The vines wrap around its crevices and webs into spontaneous paths
My mouth guides to the light as my eyes roll back

I decide to stick my arms to my chest and feel the light of dust roll onto my arms
Push, Push, Pull
I drink the light as my body is closer to full exposure of it's power
The tingling of teasing is so close
My heave to reach to the top of the rose garden is extraordinary
I push and pull with every arm, but every time my mind is more excited I become weaker
My mind is foggy
The roses are now blooming into red, and the night is changing into day and the lure of the mysterious is straying it's luster
As my weak body touches the top of the Stone Wall I split my legs into two and dangle my legs with the faintness of falling between the stone wall.  

The moment my mind feels the light on my nose I fall back
I fall back into a dark black ground
My body rolls around in the ground as I find more ways to feel more sorry for myself

I am depressed with rage and sorrow

The light thickens into blackness and the roses begin turn into a darker more deep blood red.
I see my hands pick up the blood from my lips as they drip red, blue, black, and purple
I see my eyes as they puff up into black and my skin peels back into so many layers of rough edges

I wanted to be seen! Oh how I wanted to see the light of day! I wanted to feel the skin on my cheek.... I wanted to be seen in the light for what I am.

The stone wall held me back

The wall covered in roses took away my skin and gave me a different pair of eyes.

So I am looking at myself in the black water shielded by the sun, who is this body? What do these eyes want you to see?

They want you to hear the unheard and see what you can not.

There is a shadow looming over me.
In fact there are many shadows
That I have chosen to bear.
They vary in size and shape
And none of them are mine.
They weigh me down
Make my life seem heavier
I do not know why
I have chosen
To accept this darkness

Oh look at them
Lost in worry
Lost in sadness
Sharing it on their smartphones
Sharing it to the glass walls they speak to

Nowhere to go?
Nowhere to hide?
How many more of them will fall?
Fall into the shrinks office
Where they frown and whine

It's spreading like a disease
Do I not qualify?
Do I not suffer like they do?
Or do I know how to take the pain
Morphing it into optimism

How many more of them will fall?
How many can I catch?
Will I be enough?
Enough to help
To help show love and compassion

How many more can I steal from the shrink?
How many more can I show that they are stronger
Stronger than their pain
Stronger than their worry
How many can I shine upon?

I am one of many
Small branches of a broken tree
Always looking to the ones above
For guidance, strength and security.
One little branch trying
To keep the others from breaking away
Who will fall?
And who will stay?
Now I stand alone
Looking at the earth through the rain
And I see the broken branches I knew
Scattered about me in pain.
There are those who have taken an axe
To the root of our very foundation
And who have passed this destruction
Down to every new generation.
If I could take that axe
I would toss it deep into the sea
Never to return again
To harm the generations that follow me.
I am one of many
But alone I will go
And plant the new seeds
Where a beautiful tree will grow.