I am amazed more
and more
how much the mind can be stuck
in slavery
to thoughts.

I am less afraid of people
who commit suicide.
Suffering is so intense.
It makes me think of how
low our minds can take us
down to where
we feel we
might drown.  

No one, not one person
is to blame for
suicide.
There should be no anger,
no shame.
Be real in life.
Do not shelter shame
as if it is a friend,
a payback,
or a way of life.

Shame is as deep as
******
is the devil.
Deep in an inkwell
Black tar stuck in
the pits searching
for free skies
for air
the soul is not for sell.

And it can come to this.....

Dead Enders

Places we have been to
Places we compare to
Travel light-years
In circles around us
Overtime
Around and around we go
Spiraling through the
self-disparaging
Thoughts we hack ourselves into.

Until,  Sense-less
Dead enders.
So, unthread,
Un  thread,
Un      thread.
Unwind
Before your prospects
Leave this space.

Around and around
we go
Transcenders
Looking out, looking up
and
Down
Sinking
Please me here
Take from there
Give to him always
Without a dare
Sunk and done
Dead end right here.

clinking and clacking
bickering and talking
i can hear them from the other room
laughter and voices
conversing and observing
i can hear them from the other room
suffocating and drowning
exhausted and done
they cant hear me from the other room
silent and void
still and unmoving
they cant hear me from the other room

A gift of emergency.
A harsh reminder of how stuck I am.
This feeling comes and goes.
Just like our relationship, for a moment you are proud.
Then an insult washes it down. Flushes it out of mind.
Suspicions rise of why you still try.
Why do I?
Even the flies on the wall know of the anger you possess.
Of the tight rope I walk, but I’m losing my footing.
You dislike the change in my being.
I speak and act a little too similar to you.
And you dislike it.
Hypocrite.

Endless, dense forest,
The sun sears against my back.
Will I ever make it out?
I’ve been here before,
Yet I’ve never found the route.

I am near to break,
But not close enough to escape,
To leave this cursed thicket.
Though I loathe this place,
I am safe—
At peace within its picket.

I watch the thunder in your eyes,
Like darkness rolling deep and low.
I tell myself these are just lies,
But still I cannot help but go.

The lightning splits our fragile peace,
Illuminating all my fears,
Yet still I beg the storm to cease
While drawing closer as it nears.

They say that I should run away,
Seek shelter from your raging storm,
But in your chaos I must stay,
For in your cold I still feel warm.

Your love strikes like a hurricane,
That leaves me gasping, torn apart.
I know this pleasure mixed with pain
Will someday break my foolish heart.

Between the crashes of your mood,
There comes a gentle, summer rain,
And though I know it won't conclude
Well, still I weather your disdain.

Each morning brings another chance
To leave before the tempest starts,
Yet here I stay, locked in this dance,
As thunder echoes through our hearts.

Your anger crashes like the waves,
That pound against my crumbling shore.
I've built my home among your rage,
And somehow still, I ask for more.

Perhaps I've learned to love the wind
That tears my world apart each night,
For though this love has surely sinned,
Without your storms, nothing feels right.

Feeling a taste of bliss, a heart fluttered
With anticipation in that fleeting moment
Just before our lips met in a tender kiss.

In muted shades of grey, a smile that had
Once lit up your face seemed to fade away,
Almost as though the vibrant taste of you
Wouldn’t taste the same- we’re never the same

As we met, searching for the worth of love –
This love of ours, a love that came with change.

We were laughing miles away from the corner
Of real love, but it was long distance relationship
For you and I; I can only love you from a corner.