Shook

Unattractive self inflicting vertical pain

Lay beside the curtains

The words of acknowledgment repeating

Sticking to the side panels

Glued to images

Watching the movements of spiders

Slipping through the cracks in the floor

Webs of distractions

Wooden statues glow throughout

Faces like Casper

Bodies and human skeletons cease

The numbers count down from one hundred

Starting at twenty three

The over passers watch from the birds

The lights blink signaling the scurries

Jump start

Atoms and molecules collide

So many eyes peering 

Whispers and giggling

Out with the old

Cut off the dried

Replenished

Common Ordinarily Creative Attitude In Notched Earth

Finger tips tremble

Head shakes

Hands clapping

Feet tapping

The sound of the bass

Spracked 

All these things I used to be

In the future I won't be

I don't fear for I can't die

Who is here to create me

Climb about my soul

Hi

My body has taken a toll

Haunting

Tempting

Calling

Wanting

Dying for me

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.

Lay Down

Be my hope

Be my peace

Show me how

To love like you

Play with me

Underneath

These satin dreams

You've built with me

Were the only things

God can't see

Take my hand

and lay with me

Let's stop time

and live in tonight

Let's make this night

Last for an eternity

Je veux votre

Corps sur le mien

Birds

I have a city of birds living in my head

All different types of feathery creatures

Flying within my brain

Some big and some small

Some strong, some weak

Some smart and some not

I have wires that hold morals

These wires are tangled and cluttered

The birds create nests within my head

Amongst the wires perched with their families

Tribes will try and invade

They will fight and claw 

Biting and screeching in battle

Flying in flocks of thousands

All with a purpose of their own

Some criss cross in flight

Some fly in the shape of a V

All different types of creatures

All different types of strategies 

They live in close quarters

My head can only be so big

They keep multiplying

I need to let these birds out

They need to go out into the world

Production

My pack of cigarettes has a big label on the front

It says the words "Smoking Kills"

Do they think that smokers do not know? 

Do not know what they are getting themselves into?

Like we do not know what it does to us?

We know the affects

We feel the effects

You are wasting ink my friends

Putting a label on the front will not stop us

We just mock you

If you want to stop us 

Stop producing such things that kill us

Why don't you worry about something more significant

and stop the war

Would you rather see the smoke from the barrel of a rifle

Or the tip of my cigarette?

Stop producing guns

Then maybe you will stop people from dying