It’s 1:02 p.m.
on a Wednesday
I am waiting to take a test
1:03 p.m.
and I am willing
to test my willingness
to stay here
in a town that moves
on the back
of a razorblade.
They never say
what we are waiting for
here
in the quiet
resistance
like the eye of the storm
on the softest sheets.
I have become an antique,
a collectible,
a hollow instrument
used for my city’s defense.
I have begun
to move backwards,
erasing time
in a land where
clocks don’t tick
and lights don’t blink.
Love
here
always moves like the weather –
moving
churning
spilling
breathing
forcing
uncompromising
is the love of Mother Nature.
If I had met you
before the government won
or after my mind
became a gun
I would love you
I would love you
I would love you
better.

Tempestuous pestilence of manic depressive tendencies invested in a message cocked and loaded as a centerpiece

           Unfold it, if you will,

   The beast lives in these pages
  While the people all went home to their own separate cages
Locks become phones that never ring
  No bars but still encasing, these cells are in our genes
   Its a prison of DNA strands unlocked with a paper key*
    Held firm by *words written within the world awaits to see

"I love you."
Words can't touch me anymore.
My skin is coated in lies
Nothing penetrates.
My last hope is caught in my throat
And I can't swallow it,
Bumps and bruises are hidden behind
"I'm fine," "I'm just tired."
Words are branded into my skin.
They have left layers of scars
So thick there's no room left to carve -
So imprinted there's nothing left to root.
Nothing more to say to boot.
Prickly like a porcupine, consonants stick off of me,
Petruding like my long buried personality
Used to,
Like my personality used to.
Vowels form a new face of expressions
I was once able to pen for myself
But now
I can't.
I wear words instead of speak them;
I wear words like a coat of armor on top of my numb skin.
I swear words don't even touch me anymore.
There is no need to carry a shield ,
Instead you built for me a castle.
And I'm somewhere inside,
Untouched.

When I die

When I die pleas don't be sad
Don't wish you could have spent more time with me , you could have if you wanted.
Don't wish you had one more chance to tell me you love me , you passed up in so many times when you could.
Don't feel bad about not having one last night together , you had plenty of fun with those people you blew me off for instead.
Don't feel bad for all those times you were unfaithful , and how rotten you must have felt for making me hurt , cuz you only went ahead and did it again and lied about it .
If you miss my voice , don't fret my darling , just get in touch with whomever you were talking with , when you were not talking to me , waiting say " I love you ".
It's ok my love , you'll be fine.
Don't worry about all the " I love you's " and expressions of affection , you said it yourself , you didn't have time , I'm sure all
Those people places and friends will never let you down ,will show you unconditional love and loyalty , heck , I'm sure they loved you like i did !
Someday , when they all have lives of their own , don't feel bad that I wanted a life for us .
You'll be fine , I'm sure those people cant wait to hear from you , like I did every day .
So please darling , don't be sad , don't be sad when I die.
Yours truly
Mr Unappreciated

I'm trying so hard to just keep swimming,
but more often than not, the Orcas visit me.
I'm more so floating, similar to the Velella
I keep going until I can't take anymore,
then end up washed up with the shore.