There’s so many things that I wish
I had the courage to simply say
But I can’t even stand to be alone with my thoughts
Much less bring them into the light of day

How can I be open with others
When I won’t confront the truth myself?
When I take my feelings and thoughts
And tuck them neatly away on a shelf

I take all the of the mess in my mind
And I shove it all down deep
I keep my mind occupied
So that the thoughts don’t creep

If the feelings make it to the surface
They can only be expressed one way
I wrap them up with a neat little bow
In the stanzas and rhymes I say

It brings order to the chaos of my mind
And it helps me to express
These mixed up feelings inside me
Without scaring people, this is best

If I were to truly let people in
To the nightmare that is my mind
I think they’d run pretty quickly
Though their intentions may be kind

So instead I carefully craft my feelings
Into pretty stanzas for all to see
And I’ll continue sharing my poems
As the tiny glimpses of me

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Progress
faster at night
faster than light

The infectious blight
the margin is tight
keep it in your sight
Just know
that it’ll be alright
that your feelings are slight

Even though everything is better when you look in hindsight
open your headlight
Because there’s nothing you can rewrite

Nothings ever black and white
I will be your satellite under the moonlight
Forever and ever including tonight

Someday, I won't remember this
Sitting in a bedroom
With only the Christmas lights on
On a half-baked winter solstice
In week old sweatpants
Faded hair and muscles sore
My vision blurring
Pixelating
Focused only on the screen
I won't remember this
No one will

fountain spraying
out the top o'

the torus, the donut of our field of being
first noise

a blurt, I hear an authority say

a wandering mind is an unhappy mind,

brake still, no screech, still
known to wander, as happy as can be,
I dare say,
no.

That is not true,
if you have no debt to any man, save
to love him in common sense's highest
value meaning entangled in love
as a noun formed from a verb said to

make loving possible

I have no direct experience, however in such
mythic knots,
ever,
is my forte, I am
time-wise, timeless on scales of parallel processing

due to digit gitit going threadless
tic-***
touches entangle,
milk o' the word, peace on earth,

we touch
as reader and writer and agree we

read no word we do not mean in each way
as believable to a writer
as to my self,
intentional,
willful, g
rand
dumb
luck.

Wander in the realm of all possible things,
let 'em call ye 'good'
for nothin',

peace maker, heir of his own kingdom.

Wander on, we remain available as words,
with which time is spent
improving the answers,
found on my diamond farm.

every written text
regardless what it is about and
how it might be categorized

every written text
is a ghetto of words.

since words do not decide
who they are paired with;
they neither have a body nor a will.

but take at look at their "ghettos":
that humans call "fiction":
marvelous places made of fantasies.

look at them.

ermh...

for... real: could i please be a word in my next form of existence?

I'm tired
Of fake rainbows and fools gold
Of the best of intentions with little to no action
Of giant smiles through biting teeth

I'm tired
Of caring too much and not caring enough
Of either feeling helpless or hopeless
Of running myself in circles while not doing a thing

I'm tired
Of all the warning signs being there but no one seeing a need to warn
Of innocence lost and hope forgotten
Of lotteries with no winners, just losers

I'm tired
Of those with blame being held blameless
Of all the finger pointing but never introspective
Of an endless need to consider everyone's feelings while simultaneously no one cares

I'm tired
Of dishonesty from those in positions of power
Of distrustful actions from those we're expected to trust
Of money buying impunity

I'm tired
Of being too lazy to have patience
Of being part of the problem and not part of the solution
Of trying to deal with my paranoia when someone's clearly out to get me

I'm tired
Of endless waves of pity but never an open heart
Of technology connecting us yet making us less connected
Of the traditional definition of 'face-to-face time' replaced with things like Facebook or FaceTime

I'm tired
Of togetherness only after we've been divided
Of lives of youths spent by a misspent youth
Of tragedy happening without warning with clear warning signs

I'm tired

Of no one being able to agree and that's the only thing agreed upon