The world is a stage
We are all players
We are all puppets
Playing our own strings
When we try and control
And pull our strings
Too tight
We can become rigid
Out of sync
Not moving smoothly
Fighting ourselves
Getting entangled
In our own strings
When we let go
When we give up control
Is when we will find
Our actions
Are more lifelike
More real
We will feel more animated
Lighter
Smoother
Our actions
Gliding
As we glide
Through life
If we learn to give up control
Don't hold so tight
You are only
Holding yourself back
Getting stuck
In your own strings

Please don’t mind
my interpretation
of your fixation
on Others'
words to a
page.

Wires holding
limbs holding
folders holding
papers holding
words holding
contrived
meaning
tell me something
about the way
we see each other.
I need to know
if you want to hear
the tuition I paid
speak,
because I don’t
need to be tested
daily
for my ability
to read
when the message
you are sending me
has one real-world
application.

That application is submission.

We can't all be teachers
and you are mostly
spineless cowards
with no weapons
but breath
removed from heaving chests
of those who died
thinking
those thoughts
you systematically
rehearse.

What happens when the light goes out
When the world goes dark
What happens when you feel the cold
Settling in your heart
When the sun goes down
When the door slams shut
When that darkness
Begins to creep in
What do you say
When you have given
All you have
When you feel like
Enough
Is never enough
How do you recoup
When your world falls apart
When your skies turn grey
Faith
Hope
Love
Burns through
The darkest nights
And the greyest storms
Have faith things will get better
Hope for a better tomorrow
Let the love
Start to pour through you
Igniting that inner spark
That was inside of you all along

Atop my ragged head doth sit
A candle - planted firm - alit.
Wax drips down upon my face;
I've long forgotten how it tastes.
It serves it's purpose in my room;
Eschewing demons spewing doom.

When I'm at home it shines so bright,
But when I exit -  day or night -
A breeze extinguishes the light.

People see me and I shudder,
Try to speak but only stutter.
Why can't my candle just stay lit?
If only for a little bit?
You know I got an app for that?
Oh Yeah?
*No, get a ******* hat

You are the ribbons of my dreams
blowing in the winds of freedom
shined on by rays of faith
You are my ribbons of time
intricately woven
binding my past, present, and future
You are the ribbons of my life
enveloping my mind
enveloping my heart

What would happen if when you came home.
I was sprawled on the floor.
With a bottle of pills in my stomach.
or
With a rope tightened around my throat.
or perhaps
Wrists cut deep,
Thick red all over your nice clean floor.
Because that would be your biggest concern.
Your freshly cleaned floor

**I hope it stains.