I sit in my usual spot
At this more than familiar place
In the company of faces,
all so beautiful, all so mysterious, all so ordinary.
I sit in this seat
as my eyes start to swell up
with tears aged a million years.
Amongst all that i know,
amongst all that is old,
amongst all that is comfortable;
why do i feel as if i dont know
the face I see everyday when i look
in the mirror.
Staring into what seems like darkness
gives me comfort.
with my thoughts,
with my imagination
brings me joy.
At that age where you’re frightened
that your thoughts….
And your imagination….
The trees are pink.
The sky is purple.
And the clouds can still be cotton candy
if you never let your imagination retire.
Life will go on.
You will succeed.
Your thoughts will always
be as vivid as you make them.
There’s a demon living inside everyone.
Don’t let it consume you.
Show it you are stronger.
YOU will win every fight.
Sure, we fall.
It’s apart of life.
But we get back up.
We are human, and there is nothing more beautiful.
We are human, and there is nothing more powerful.
We are human, and there is nothing more precious.
Why don’t people understand the word no?
It’s not rocket science.
It’s not fucking algebra.
It’s a two letter word that simply means NO.
for fucks sake!
It’s basic English!
It’s one of the first words children learn!
Is everything okay?
It’s been the best of times.
Its been the worst of times.
My eyes have become brighter,
My horizons have expanded wider,
my path, lighter.
My heart has been touched,
My hands a little rough,
My shell, more tough.
But my existence,
means more now than ever before.
is as free as it’ll ever be.
And my dreams,
escaping the clouds.
The sound of rain falling on my window pane
soothes me as I lay.
I’m not sure what it is about the rain
that makes me feel this way.
I’m not blue, nor yellow.
I’m right in between.
The rain cures my aching mind,
The thunder reminds me of my shame.
But when put together,
They relieve me of my pain.
My spirit was set free.
She could no longer handle the lock and key.
She drifted with the wind,
and smiled a smile that had never been seen before.
She went far, far away
to lands unheard of
and thought thoughts that could never be.
She returned with a sparkle in her eye,
and with more wonder than before.
For the best thing for her,
is to be free once more.
I sit alone in this coffee shop
exchanging glances with my cup.
Staring at this computer screen,
who knows me more than most.
It’s seen my tears; heard my cries.
It knows my secrets, realizes my lies.
I sit behind this machine
who’s more of a person?
It or me?
Do you wonder why the moon fell in love with the sun?
So do I.
Could it be her beauty?
Perhaps her warmth?
Possibly the science behind her.
Or maybe, just maybe…the sun gave the moon something to exist for.
Remember, where there is light, there must be darkness.
Now isn’t that beautiful?
I need a glass of wine.
My feelings have caught up
the fake smile will no longer work;
the tears will come shortly.
I will embrace my sadness;
for it makes me, me.
I feel human.
Fuck the wine, i need a beer.