Fatal Narcissi Foolish human beings who think we are gods see the writing on the wall and still proceed to tear asunder through great blunder those valuable seeds that contain our dreams. Potential lost like garbage tossed on the wildly improbable and obscene. We mourn our folly that one great fall that leaves us to pick up the pieces like a never ending siege.
Is it Me? Is it me or did life get harder when I turned eighteen? Did the games we play turn into nightmares? Those doll house turning into true horror houses. Who knew that the fun would end and to survive we would have to bend to uncompromising wind? Though there were childhood horrors they pale against the terror of fighting untold torchbearers. Did our daily bread transform into a rocks too hard to chew and deadly to consume? Is it me or does it seem that finding the sun means fighting the rain so I can see again?
Stop Cutting Onions No it's not that I'm crying it's just that my eyes are sweating. What miracle- or curse- is this that I have this waterworks condition. No her pain is not the cause of the water that you see it's not the news of her passing it's the onions you see. Who said the purple ones were sweet and would not attack, my dear they are the most vicious of the lot! I think I will take a break go and lie down the burden of their juice is too great. If I stay a while longer I might drown.
Hurt people Hurt i am not a toy you can play with when i displease you you cannot put me away when you need me you cannot then pick me back up i am not here for your pleasure to dance and shift as your whim fancies i'm not here today and gone tomorrow like a figment of your imagination i am not a pet project a hobby that bears the essence of a novelty to wish me dead because i harmed you and to lift me up when i please you i am not your mirror to reflect what you need to see your voice that soothes your ego your pleasure is not my pain so i will not claim it you cannot know me because you have not earned that right my i will become my I now hear me! did you hear me? Yes. To divest from selfish to self-less I peeked into hell and as I did I looked deeply too deeply and saw carnage some created by me.
Let's Reciprocate you have your plans and I've got mine don't expect them to align all the time, just don't see me and mine as your dime. Take what I can give and be satisfied just walk your walk look at you and let me carry this burden but let it not be a burden for two. take your time to figure you out but while you're at it do not devalue my worth! lean on me when you're not strong but let's reciprocate cause only a one side lean could be seen as hate. so though we can grow and blossom together let me tend to me and prune me while you do you sometimes from time to time or whenever.
Wanderlust The itch comes upon me frequently. With great urgency my pulse beats a steady tattoo. I sit still - or try to - but nothing really works. I move here and there within the space I'm meant to but nothing really matters. I know I have responsibilities but they were not mine to choose. Each moment ticks by and with it I lie - it doesn't really matter. But can I, put my feet outside step out to an other side that will fit my outsized frame? Yet now, behind these bars I look longingly, desperately, and try to lift these weary feet.
I'm Still Blessed I wade in wader almost to my head I'm still blessed. I walk bare on these embers I'm still blessed. Frost bites on top of frost bites I'm still blessed. My tears grow each day uncountable I'm still blessed. Grief stuck a blade deep in my heart I'm still blessed. I crawl across deserts unable to walk I'm still blessed. My eyes gorged out by injustices I'm still blessed. slowly I bleed out everywhere I'm still blessed. mutilated for my humanity I'm still blessed. In chains I must rise daily I'm still blessed. Thrown over cliffs to swim or sink I'm still blessed. Into an empty I've been caste I'm still blessed. Left to starve on my own bile I'm still blessed. My anchor holds me down the sun still rises in the east each morning My tremulous heart still beats A light guides me comes out of me and tells me you still have a reason you're still blessed.