Why do I think that I
Deserve more than the other guy
Acting like it's owed to me
Bought and paid for, mine to keep

Why do I treat selfishness
As if it is mine to possess
It's not enough I want it all
And when it's gone, I ask for more

Why do I hold onto pride
Ever tight for dear life
Afraid to let the people see
When it comes to the real me

Why do I light my angry side
Any disagreement, I try and fight
Pushing back with all my might
Thinking that, you're wrong I'm right

Why do I even think
I deserve anything
Angry at my selfishness
Which in turn hurts my pride no less

Doctors see more blood
in sterile rooms
than soldiers do
on broken land.

It was quiet and still outside
A couple of birds flew through across the sky in the distance
All I could see was the shadow of them
The trees laid out a  rich green carpet underneath the trees below
The sky was a pale blue grey with pillows of white clouds scattered
They broke up the sky with their placement and streaks
The sky was highlighted by light which created a shadow
Looking a renaissance painting
Perhaps Monet
As I looked at the clouds
Their color became brighter
Eventually turning to a light pink color
The view was absolutely stunning
I couldn’t stop looking at it
It was like watching art being created
By the greatest artist of all
Mother Nature

i say hey more than i need to
hey is what i say when i'm talking to you
not trying to come up with just any excuse
but hey, it's what i do

hey, what's the big idea
been saying hey since i was a kid
hey makes its way, past and present said
hey, have we ever met?

hey, would you mind
if i brought hey up one more time
not in this but the next line
hey is here by design

hey makes its way into my vocab
ain't that great, ain't that fab
one last time to make it last
if you didn't know then, then you know that

hey, is what i said

gently
so gently
you pulled the
threads loose,
set me free

but the relief lasted
barely a moment -
you tied me to
you, chained me,
and even after
you decided
you didn't want me
anymore

you left me
with the shackles
and the bruises
and the empty bed
and the sheets
that still smell
like you.