A discontented silence raised itself among the fellows

Which of us?

Then it becomes a ******* race.

I write to seek and to find

Please, someone define the languish of hypocrisy
I can do me all by myself

Scattered brain splattering
Jackson *******'s word-painting
Find Pascal's triangle inside me
I hope it's in the mouth.

Arbitrary. Periods.

Here I am, delirious

When morning dawns
I shall gather my flower basket
And pick the white jasmine blooms
I shall stare at the cotton candy pink clouds
Racing across the morning sky
When morning dawns anew
I shall retreat to the forest
Where I shall dance in glee
I shall celebrate the dawn of a new day
The rebirth of the sun shining in the east
I shall wear dewdrops in my hair
I will embrace the sunrise
And dance in the horizon
When morning dawns once more
I shall waltz upon the vibrant hills
Arrayed in cloak of hunter green
When morning dawns tomorrow
I shall sing to the heavens
And be grateful just wake up
To another beautiful day
I will thankful just to be alive
Alive, happy, and carefree

*~Marian~

I really hope there's sincerity in my words
For how many times I've been misled
Or misfed
Or purposefully choosing the wrong way

I realize it's humanity
We are perpetually weighed down by sin
But it was crucified, right?
Am I safe?

Faith without works is lost
I can't claim birthright without acting upon it
Right?

If I alienate myself from my Father,
will I be put in the will?

I'm scared.
I'm strong.
I'm proud.
I'm selfish.
And I'm trying
Sincerely

little holes in my shirt
little lines on my thigh
should have paid attention

never do

I feel it starting, like a prickle down my spine.
My rubbery lungs expand and push
against my ribs.
Organs start crawling
up my throat
leaving a hollow cavity
which I must seal.

My heart is pumping faster
but the only thing to get my blood moving
is to fill my emptiness.
Hands shaking I scrawl a haphazard
paper chain to keep me from floating away
as my love looks on concerned.

“Can I fill it with a kiss?
A caress? If I whisper to you
will my words fall through your ears and
weigh you down?”

But anxiety
is not like drowning
and a life preserver won’t reign me in.
The only thing to do is wait
for me to compress my lungs
and talk my insides off the ledge.

Let me close my eyes and breathe,
give me room to reassemble.
I promise I will come down soon.

When I can concentrate enough,
the Earth starts shrinking
until its mass rests on my pen tip
and I can write the blood back through my veins.