Blinded.
by the different stories that are shown to me every day
Deafened.
By the noise of political parties attacking one another
Tasteless.
Is what I would call the media lately
Lack of feeling.
When it comes to issues because I don't know what's true
Smell
is the only thing I can trust
because I can always smell a rat
and the stories that are being told are pestering me.
Because the truth is veiled by deceit.
I would use all five senses to understand the world around me
but it seems like they are all busy
and I am stuck being told what others want me to hear
rather than what I need to know.
Dear You
Fuck me.
Is what I would say if we were together
but,
Fuck you instead.
My Valentine is
Smart
Caring
Funny
and not you.
Because you are none of those things.
Pick up that rose
and tear the petals
he loves me
he loves me not
he loves me
he loves me not
he loves me not
he loves me not.
And know I do not.
The roses I gave you have long since withered
just like any emotion I had for you.
You are not my Valentine
not anymore
never again.
and truthfully
I'm glad
Happy Valentines day,
Your ex
"he loves me".
Lust is Innate
Lust is red.
As red as iron before it is struck,
lace underwear before it is dropped
and a Valentines day heart before it is broken.
Lust is like waves crashing on rocks
uncontrollable
powerful
and seemingly supernatural.
It is a connection between two people,
whether it's one night
or a lifetime,
that brings them crashing together
with enough intensity to make it seem
gravitational.
Lust is true desire.
Mediocrity
You can be anything:
President
Astronaut
Famous
Lauded
But what if I'm not?
What if I'm like everyone else?
What if I fit the mold.
What if I am just one more in the seven billion and three hundred thousand others
who fit that mold.
My biggest fear isn't death
or clowns or spiders
my biggest fear is to never truly live.
What if
my greatest accomplishment is simple existence.
What if I can't become something more.
What if I can't be anything?
But the truth is
my greatest fear is not failing
my greatest fear is giving up before I even try.
Fire
Stop Drop and Roll
That's what they taught us in grade school
"If you are on fire stop drop and roll"
but what if my fire isnt physical?
What if its mental?
Or emotional?
In the middle of my workday can I just stop?
Can I stop what I'm doing
Drop all of my worries
And roll away?
Sometimes it feels like being on fire
would hurt less
than being me.
Never
Seeing that man on the street I thought to myself
“That will never be me.”
Seeing that woman with the wrinkled eyes and the bags below them I thought to myself
“That will never be me.”
…
Seeing my reflection in the pond I thought to myself
“That can not be me”
Seeing my hand reach out for spare change or a warm meal I thought to myself
“That can not be me.”
…
Seeing what I once was I thought to myself
“That will never be me again”