Broken heart from birth
Lips are blue
Gasping for air
Breaking the bones
Building the chambers
Trying to repair
All is not lost
Fighting to live
In constant despair
But time moves on
And it never waits
Time moves on
While the health deteriorates
Inside my chest
I already carried three hearts
I hope this one
Lasts longer than the last
I have fought against death
Some how made it back
The endless pain
So many scars
You may think I'm broken
But I am far from that

in a tiny hotel
with only one room
and a single bed
that folds up into a chair
a light flickers throughout the night
people go there to forget
to forgive
to disintegrate
to reinvigorate
my story is of a woman
stressed in multiples
and tired from prayer
she unlayers herself for sleep
first the anvil
then the gun
she dreams of stark blues
and ransomed kisses
she awakens in a house
a 1000 miles away
her husband is not her husband
her children are not her children
her life, somebody else’s,
she can only smile
as she awaits a brand new day...

This is like Schrodingers cat.
The trees bend and sway to impossible feats, but the moment I notice them, they stop.
What an amazing world we live in that is able to produce such absurd and seemingly unrealistic mechanics.
Oh what a day in the life of a quantum physicist must feel like.
Does he experience life the same as I, the "artist," based solely on creative expression and abstraction, or does he live in a purely mathematical realm where theorems and equations are the only facet of creation and intelligence?

Can't stay put, can't stay in one spot for too long.
Change, change, change.
Consistent convulsions of ideas and urges.
Desperation is disgusting,
But I can't distinguish these emotions
(Love, lust, lessons, lures...)
Always adamantly adhering to tracking down the truth.
Eventually,
Empathy makes me long for apathy.

sometimes, I think
you're a color,
that only I can see.
on ahead, there's a place,
in shades of you,
waiting for you and me.

We used to be friends
       Now your lost in my heart
                Only if that night never happened
I miss your hugs, and your touch
       The one thing i hate is haveing to see you everyday.
               I hate being called your name
Our last hug was an awkward one
        I've had a crush on you for awhile
               That night on the bus was fun
Truth or dare doesnt last forever
           I had a feeling this would fail
               But i was hoping it would last forever
Now our fling is gone and you took our friendship with you :(

I'm not sure why I think this way
But it seems to be the only way I think
There is no right or wrong
No left or right
No up or down

My mind is lost
In a pool of thought
No one knows the thoughts I've thought
No one but me
And I leave it that way

I silently wish for a new day
But they are all the same
Same people
Same places
Same stuff
Everyday

And my mind continues
Pondering
Wondering
loosing itself in its own though

I try to grasp onto the slight hope
Of what I call reality
The only reality I will know
The light that once was shined
Through the darkness

I begin to miss that light
that light that brought me happiness
joy
and love

Now I am here
In the darkness
The darkness of my reality
The only thing I will ever know

The things I once knew
Are now lost
Old habits begin to start

And slowly
My mind
Becomes darker
darker than absolute black

And there is nothing.

My mother is Mother Nature.
My mother is mother Earth.

She bore me like a seed and nourished me with her body.
Strong and true, even if abused and dirtied.

Cares for me with all she has, and all she will have
Envelops me in her love-zone to nurture and grow.

Will care for me even after I've grown tall and seeded my own.

She'll stomach the loss of all the riches that have been taken from her
Will hide her pain to keep me safe for as long as she can

And when she can't

When her rivers of tears run dry
and her mountain of strength cracks

When her burning core of a heart cools
and all does black and the flow has ended

She'll leave a story, a tell-tale rock
Of how she tried.

She walks into my room,
Across the endless sand of these dunes
I lay waiting on my comfy bed.
Sinking into the fine warmth.
I hide from the only light in the room,
Under the shade of another dune.
She approaches and falls into my arms.
Slowly being buried in desert.
I run my hand through her hair
Then pull my fingers out of the sand
Her hair flips and twirls down
While the sand pours out of my palm
She glows in the light of the falling sun
The fibers of the light bulb failing.
She slowly gets up and leaves.
The wind blowing her sand off of me
Just as the sun reaches its set,
Her distant silhouette blows a kiss
As the glass smothers the spark,
These dunes hold my last breath.
I crumble into sleep.