Could you please stop throwing your opinions, like shards of glass, at each other?
Stop trying to cut deeper
To leave scars
Just so you can be right
Or be the one on top.

I have shards in my back
Because we must be starving.
Why else would you all fend for yourselves?

It never had to be survival of the fittest.

How did it come to this?

I'm bleeding out in pain
Hoping my blood would leave a stain
So red and so deep
That no one could forget
My utter defeat.
Maybe then they'd stop
With all the money and
The greed.
The arguing, the wars.
Why not find somewhere
We can all agree?
Instead of killing, backstabbing,
And deceit.
I'm bleeding out.
Got cut
From being in the middle
Of the fight
Where we want our words
To lash out like glass
So we can be heard.

When the silence starts
And there are no words left.
When glass just isn't enough and
The talking comes to a stop,
Then we will know there's trouble
As the bombs begin to drop.

My heart forever lies in the pines,
Standing on the edge of a cliff, arms high, and that cold, crisp breeze.

I reside in the mountains,
On the road,
In my hippy van.

Ya that's where you'll find me
Because that's where I always am.

People don't realize the love you can fuel in me.

My heart is always ablaze but when I give my love the flames flicker and spark,

Causing a combustion of embers to fly.

Slowly landing on the hearts of those who blew on the coals,
Igniting them and letting them feel the heat of all that I am.

Spread love like wildfire,
Touching heart to heart.

Illuminate the world before we die out.

There's a pane of glass

Between me and the rest.

Inches thick and it feels like it

Thickens with age.

A growing television screen,

A window scene,

A phone in the dark that's glowing,

An imaginary distant dream

Leaving me on the outside.

A passerby,

A drifter,

Watching movies play as I continue my way.

And I watch and I watch,

I watch my life away.

I love the way the glass tip
Kisses my lips
And I kiss back.

Lifting a heavy bottle,
Hearing the swish swish.

Knowing it'll feel better
In just a minute.

How good it feels in that
"**** pain" kinda way..

Makes you feel like you have control
When we all know better.

I'm just adding more liquid to drown in
Instead of drowning in emotions.

I hate how words die in me and other days they fly in me.

Wings flapping against my heart,
Trying to flutter out of my mouth
as they take off from my tongue.

Right now, there is just an empty room
With feathers on the floor
and nests waiting for eggs to hatch.

What do I do to get it all back?

Where do I find the warmth for these eggs
and how do I nourish the nestlings long enough
to teach them to fly
like I did once before?

I am stuck in the constant routine of societal norms
And I can see the windows that surround me on my four walled cage;
Out there past the trees reside mountains green.

Here I am inside
Counting down every second of every minute staring at an open freedom
Just right outside
But I sit in my office chair
Listening to the repeating song
Of a phone's ring.

My heart goes out there
Flying on the breeze
But my mind and physical body remain in a money making schedule
Covered in invisible chains.
Starving.

They don't see it in my tired eyes
But my lungs are suffocating
From the repeat
Every week
And I'm convinced the only thing that could give me air
Is the oxygen outside of this building
And a sip of freedom.

The waves have settled and the water is still.

Clear skies,
there are
no storms here.

There is always an emptiness before I drown again.

All the times that you whispered, "You don't love me,"

I came back tenfold shouting, "Yes, I do! Yes dad I do!"

But my kisses fell on the ground, the wind could not carry them far enough.

But my words fell upon deaf ears, ears that must have been burned off once from your own days in the past.

But my eyes could not have been teary enough, my heart must not have felt it enough, my soul must not have shouted it enough.

Was I just not enough?

I watched that door everyday since it was "the right thing" to do to say goodbye to Dad on his way out to work.

God the torturous mornings of feeling my heartbreak in tiny pieces every time I had to say goodbye because I just wanted you to feel it.

I just wanted you to hear it.

But you couldn't. You can't. You won't.

And I've seen the back door close in my face so many times

That one day I let it close on my heart instead,

And no matter how many times you knock,

Or bang,

Or yell,

I will not come.
I will not hear you

And instead of coming to the door I so desperately wish I could open,
I won't even put myself through touching the ******* door ****.

I'm sick of dragging and sinking.
My head full of excessive thoughts with no way of escape
Because they always come back.
I'm playing them on repeat and eventually the words split up and
fall apart
Into their individual letters and they stack.
Like Tetris,
Going and going
Until there is no more room and


                                                       You lose.

And when I can see you in your highest light,

I would call you My Grace,

For how well you have demonstrated it, again and again.

When you finally get to close your eyes
And turn off your mind.

Hitting reset
For the next sunrise,
Except some of us stay up
All through the night.

Watching the sun come again like we did the day before.
Not getting that refreshed start.
Instead sitting alone in the dark,
Begging in our hearts
For just a few ******* hours.
Eventually pleading for a few minutes
To just shut off our thoughts.

Slowly I count the days,
Scratching the marks on the walls of my brain.
My demons end up coming into play and I just want an escape.

The days slowly repeat and all I want is some sleep
But I'm cursed at the moment,
Stuck in the torment of
A well performing zombie act,
A temporary insomniac.