Take the stage
Then take a bow.
Touch a heart,
Then skip town.
Skip a stone,
Then sink below.
Leaving ripples behind.

Take a breath,
Then let it go.
Let's take a ride
On the undertoe.
Kiss the sky,
Then dive below.
Like a breaker,
Turn to mist-
Drift.

Spreading wings,
Lift off in flight.
Melt the wax,
Drop from the sky.
Like a comet
Shining bright,
Burn to stardust on the wind-
Drift.

we were born
       empty
vessels to be filled with
longing for
                    purpose
only to be
                    the used
versions of ourselves
living to
               pursue living
                        denying
to pursue
dying

consumed by all
      desire
lay across
    my
        paths discretely
****** by constant
        wants
to change
how the world views
      me
sun comes a
           new day!

the body becomes
empty slate
           begins  
                  sliding
swinging
            by again!

Nightingale reappears
forwards
       my emotion
primal
to contain
       vessels open
by
        unused
                       space
and parts
to fill the
                     whole.

we are designed
escape the Torment
souls (have faces too)
ashes endowed
roots to
                uncloud
the human mind
            free
begins
in deep pikes
                       Breaking
the ground.

we,
       to You
                   resound
Consciousness
vile disguise!
       freeing
vessels no more.

confusion fills every inch within me
accompanied with endless questions
yet all unanswered

i lay in what feels like a vacant room
despite her body laying in the same bed
furthermost from my touch
the space between appears to be miles apart

i lay restless as she lays in deep sleep
the silence in the bedroom seems like an eternity
placing my thoughts in a continuous loop of doubt
replaying our previous conversation
the tone in her voice echoed a wasted breath

i'm left speechless
every emotion has paralyzed my body
i feel my heart pounding against my chest
along with amplified sounds of tears colliding against the pillow
i lay there in silence as the clock continuous to tick
and the small beams of sunlight  begin to appear...
The sun continues on its daily routine

I'm tired of traffic
I'm tired of sleepless nights ... literally
I'm tired of alarm clocks
I'm tired of people littering
I'm tired of homeless people asking me for money
I'm tired of feeling like I owe them compassion
I'm tired of greedy, scumbag, politicians spewing their rhetoric
I'm tired of mouthpiece figureheads inhabiting every news outlet
I'm tired of news in general. It always seems to be ****** anyway
I'm tired of people who believe the earth is flat
I'm tired of the earth not being flat, so I can't push said people from the edge of it
I'm tired of people spreading their religions like cancer
I'm tired of every coffee shop conversation ending in a failed pyramid-scheme recruitment
I'm tired of murderers, rapists, and other delusional ***** sharing my precious oxygen
I'm tired of the fact we can't just feed them to endangered sharks
I'm tired of being expected to care
I'm tired of my failure to begin smoking cigarettes. God how I idolize them
I'm tired...
So I guess I'll get some rest

you broke her

she is sitting in the bathroom
crying so hard she's blacking out from lack of oxygen because she can't breathe
and her hands are shaking more than usual
as her whole body contracts into a little ball where she screams through tears because no one's there to hear her

you broke her

and even if you are talking again you still left
and she still rushes to the restroom in school
to break down in the empty stall where no one can see
so she can pretend she is stronger than she really is

you broke her

she no longer likes waking up in the morning
because she already had problems before but now she seems to think that she will never be good enough
so many people have made her feel that way and now you're just another one on the list
and she has to face that every **** day

you broke her

she loved you
so
*******
much
and now whenever she tries to sleep you plague her thoughts so she is restless
numb and broken unable to piece together what happened
still confused by your actions

you broke her

and the only thing she can manage to think
is why
why
why

The gentle murmur of voices in the kitchen,
The quiet turning of a page,
The reliable ticking of a clock,
The silence of the street outside...
And the unexplainable screaming
in my head.