He wrote serotonin
On his brainwaves

Made oceans to swim
Inside fascination
And wandering eyes
Instead of demons
At play

He willfully
Passed his away
Shared with another
Calming every wave

And on those days
His mind took haze
And the tools were overlooked
And instead Of giving
he took

Any inhaled past
Will keep recycling
In your lungs
Exhale

The wind speaks
Of secrets in
Kalidascope spectrums
Through branches and trees
Birds sing to thee
Spread your seeds
Be free

Your lips open
To speak the unknown
Swallow the broken
Pieces of earth
Channel higher callings
Make light of the Universe

Everybody wants me to be
The queen Penelope
Of this palace

When I'm really
An up roaring *****
Holding a chalice

Not knowing
What I'm really like
Keeping it stuffed down
Really bites

I feel like a destroyer
A dominant domain
Under siege
Attacked
On the left side of my brain

I feel words being
Taken from my soul
And lifted into another plane

I feel castrated
While menstrated
Drops of blood
Pour out of me again

I feel nothing

I feel creative scars
Trying to mend
Trying to help
But I won't let them in

I'm scared I won't be able
To block all the negative out
Which is intrusive and invasive
And never seems to stop

I feel soulful
Joyus
Loved
Alive

Until
The bread crumbles
In to rye
And I cry

Then I'll heal
Then this pain
Won't penetrate
My atmosphere

My heart
Has been lost
Kept under wraps
If softened
Then what happens next

If looked at
What will I find
Deepened rivers
Opened wide

Gushing
Rushing
She knows who she is

Understood
Misspoken
The real is here again
I must end

Lost
Not loved
Bruised
Not enough

Perspective

Okay
getting better
Things look up
A little lighter