What does it mean to be human?
Does it mean that your body is flesh and bone?
My body is made of plastic.
What are you made of?
What makes a person whole?
Is it fulfillment? Happiness? Soul?
Whatever the case, I am not whole.
Are you?
Are humans intelligent or ignorant?
I am both.
Which one are you?
Are humans kind or wicked?
I do not know which one I am.
Do you know?
Do humans get to choose who they are?
I have tried to mould myself as best I can, into the person I want to be
Have you?
Are you human?
I am, decidedly, not human.
I am that which I do not know of
I am that which I do not wish to discover
I hope never to know who I am.
Who are you?

I used to write
My secrets in the sand,
Knowing they would never stay
Long enough to be told.

I used to just swim,
pulled my hair up and never
Really tasted the salt that foamed
After the crash.

I've ran in the sand,
Sure, but never have I
Ever let it smooth my
Skin into what it could be.

Before today, I've never
Let the current take me
Under and feel what it's like
To always come back to something.

Life is a pattern,
Life is a maze,
Every day
Is the same.
There is no way out,
There is no escape,
There is no knight in armor
To come save the day.
It's just you.
In the dense smoke.
Just you.
And as you choke,
There's no one to come,
No one to save you.
You'll stay alone.
Unless I come lay, too
Beside you in the grave.
It's dark in the tomb
Where people lay unsaved.
Let me light a fire,
Right here on the floor with you.
We'll burn the ire,
And enjoy being the one to lose.
Feeling the pain
While stiff as lead,
I realize now
I should have said,
I know life is a pattern.
I know life is a maze.
I know that every day
You feel my pain.
I know it seems endless
And truly, it is
But I am here-
When you miss,
And when you fall,
I'll follow you.
When you feel small,
I will, too.
We're more alike
Than you know
So while the cold bites
Let's go play in the snow.