One,Two, Three, Four
Broken lines patterned upon a wounded arm
Made whole by a sharpened razor
Five,Six,Seven,Eight
Each frantic movement of a grotesque dance
Made but an act of morbid comedy
Nine,Ten,Eleven,Twelve
And it stops, As the white curtains hide their guise
Hoping....to never go through it again

Had me a purgatory day,
yesterday,

spewed my guts under the torturers
inquirical miracle twisted
all to hell, seeking truth

that fits the story the fire maker
said I knew.

Had me a purgatory day,
yesterday,
spilled my gut on youtube comments
no mind in a state of right useness

is ever going to believe,
believing being so

difficult,
these days. Those days

Had me a purgatory day,
yesterday.

And if stories are what our lives are
To live is to dance to the narrator’s tune

Some stories go hand in hand
Some stories go thither in pursuit of another

Sometimes we narrate our chapters
Sometimes our chapters narrate themselves

In stories we seek reason
In reason we seek conclusion

But if the narrator’s narration does not make sense
The actors cope thru a different lens

My hand moved slowly towards yours, gently stroking your fingers as the rest of my body shaked

Our hands simultaneously locked and a wave came crashing over me

I had never felt something Like this before, I was vulnerable and scared

I don’t like to touch people or to be touched  but with you it was all I could think about

A kiss that still makes me smile

I remember your black hair and beautiful dark eyes

I remember you said you liked my jacket so I wore it the whole day infront of you

I said I was glad I met you

You said and you'll never see me again.

I imagine, believe - focus
I flare, ignite - deliver
I stare, slip - Lose it
I woke up

love yourself then love others.
     because above all others
          there is you.
               if you don't even believe in yourself,
                           you have to defeat, beat, decieve the
                                           evil demons that beat inside of you

                                                   until then
                                            you finally can be
                                                       even.

Have faith; You must believe
what you are picks its way.
Through each setback you receive,
have faith. You must believe
there is nothing you can’t achieve.
Remember this if you begin to sway,
“Have faith – you must believe
what you are picks its way.”