"the words you found yourself exploring
are curdled old decayed & boring
i haven't heard one spoken sentence
but i enjoy the broken remnants
because then i can place & rearrange
the lame explanations on blank pages
replace the phrases i don't care for
erase the reason they were there for
display them as a euphemism
more mistakes to be forgiven
you're pathetic i'm the greatest
you're regretted i'm replaceless
i'm incredible you're a waste
i'm sensible you're outrageous"

Sometimes I just wish I could sink into the void inside of me, detach my soul from every part of me so I become a lifeless body.
So I can seep away from existence, fall into myself, and never see the light of day again, never be afraid that it will be burn me
Again.

Angels are white and devils red
And abstinence of sin. Can be colored what?
Clear.
Clear like glass
Looking out from an efficiency
Apt over
The busy metro district
Seeing clearly both extremes
The pimps and ******
Drug dealers on the corners
Selling flesh and blood and promises
Or
The time I saw a man
Had
Twenty Styrofoam dinners
Walking up to obvious beggars
And handing them one
With legs and thighs of chicken
Rice green beans corn bread
A slice of sweet cake.
Shakes them awake
Those asleep on the grates
Put his arm around them-
No telling when they had a hug last- and gave them dinner.
Above just watching I stated
To myself
Hesitating, I'll be that man
One day.
And fortune will decide
Which one.
The angel
Or the devil.
I'll find out
When.

There was a bird that grew up caged
It didn't know it should be enraged
It had seen other birds fly
Thought to it's self "they are going to die"
For from what it had lived and witnessed
It thought they must have a sickness
To make them fly
Way up there in the sky
In it's cage it was quite content
Never knowing what for, it's wings where ment
So it thought the other birds where more than bent

Are you like that little bird
Thinking that flying is quiet absurd
Are you locked in a cage of your own design
Content to live your life so confined
Take a closer look and open up your mind

© Pauline Russell