Bubble

We live in this box that no one can break...

We can't see past all of the shit that absorbs in us

We can't even tell what happens thirty miles from here

"If it doesn't affect me, why care?"

That is the response I get

Open your eyes

People are dying

Educate yourself in something other than "popularity"

You are oblivious

All you worry about is how long the line is

At your local Starbucks

Pathetic

Kids having their arms cut off

Starving

Rape

Mothers being gunned down while holding their infants

AIDS

Infections...

Oh I am sorry is that too vivid?

Face the facts

You are in a bubble

Friend

I need a friend that knows me

I need a friend I can trust

I need a friend that doesn't ask me "why"

I need a friend that I can share stories with

I need a friend that hears my words

I need a friend that listens

I need a friend that loves me

I need a friend that wants me

I need a friend that dreams with me

I need a friend that will be irrational with me

I need a friend that doesn't judge me

I need a friend that hugs me

I need a friend that asks me "How are you?"

I just really want a friend...

Is Anyone There?

I vanished. I was gone.

I am slowly resurfacing. Reappearing.

If you see me, you won't be dreaming.

I am here. I am around you.

Standing next to you.

You will not see me unless I allow you.

I can open portals.

I have trap doors.

I can disappear completely.

Do you want to see me?

Do you want to feel me?

I am a ghost. 

I am not hiding,

I am simply just not visible.

I am capable of anything.

I was gone.

Now I am back.

Sunrise

It's 5:30 in the morning and I placed myself on the highest of the three steps.

The sun has just about an hour until it is fully visible. 

You can still hear the owls and night critters. 

The stillness of the morning is overwhelming.

A slight haze has set up shop in the sky,

Waiting to be burned by the rays.

The droplets of dew on the grass trickle down into the soil.

Flowers are opening up to breath in the crisp morning air.

The birds have left the young and are pecking the worm holes for breakfast.

The trees have solidified to statues.

Sprinklers take there cue like an orchestra, Simultaneously springing out of the ground.

The humans have their eyes shut awaiting the alarm clocks,

Awaiting to burst out of their homes and ruin this beautiful morning.

Feelings

The scars and wounds I bear are visible like the stripes of a zebra.

I can dress myself up and still they burn through my clothes.

These marks show on my skin no matter how I try to cover them. 

I carry my emotions in a set of crates that I drag behind me.

My feelings do not always make it out into the world,

but when they do they tear down buildings and rip apart streets.

It's like climbing to the top of the Eiffel Tower

and throwing one of those crates off the side.

The impact and effect it has at the bottom,

Is the same effect as when you open up my heart.