Just Want To Be Seen

Fight back, how the body reacts. Took a step back. Looked at the situation holistically. Now I can relax. Someone just wants attention. Your name is their mouth however, the insecurities unmentioned. Relentless, defenseless caught in the tension. Asked this question, is it me or will anyone do ? What’s the premise. A story now deploying because, said accuser’s life is boring. Of course you feel powerless, when in life emotions take a back seat and ego does all the touring. Easily satisfied, hunger never gratified. A stomach will ache on a bowl full of lies. Hype yourself up and live off the high. Grow old, never alleviate the little kid inside. Too big to cry. Too smart to try. Too cool to feel anything other than fly. Breakdown on the inside. Life inherently not fair. So you feeling some sort of pain every here and there. Too hype to care. Pieces of you left everywhere. Get it together man, face your fears. Matter of fact step here, if you think you don’t care. I’ll show you how much I don’t, smile in your face, snap a bone. Better yet I’ll scar you with a couple of words in this tone. Mommy / Daddy can’t talk right now. I’m on the phone. Go play somewhere else.

Swam of Files

Tired of falling. Have yet to hit the ground. Back to reality, feet dragging this limp body around. Mentally I’m down, rotten flesh, rejected, splattered without a sound. Worst fear is to die with no one around. How does a king feel suffocated by zeal. Can you truly say the people around loved for-real. Forget the fact the mirror reflects your love back. A life lived with a broken neck, face towards the back. The smallest tree is still envied by the shrubs. Even if all the green in the forest is cut down to make a book with. Offense given, a fence risen, separated, closed off from the world at large. Sad to say, within this small bubble I’m in-charge. I died today and the funeral wasn’t large. Correction Sending out invites, is what I neglected. Piece of mind, laying here forever rested.

Broken Wishing Well Be Damn

Ain’t running from shit, sitting in place. Kicked so hard my ass is now stuck spinning in place. Dropped into a wishing well, flesh and blood turn collateral. Looked up at the moon from a hole in the ground. End of the tunnel, cave light funnel. When will I be fit to leave this place, touch your face, take things at our pace.
You’re gone.
So with the moon, I’ll make do. Listening to the night, it tells me to forget you. The sun lights the moon, so in truth I never really met you. Hunger sets in, look at what the future, now present you.
So unfair.
In this dream, the open sky is all yours.
As long as I stay down here.

Insects Crawling On Me

Last chance, contemplating how I’m going to miss this. Never take a chance, my heart won’t forget it. Do what’s done before, a new experience is my only regret. Afraid to slip and fall slept. Quit before I fail to try. Try hard laughably, disown the exaggeration. A little bit of me in every action I chose, even still my pride is too much for me to lose. Staring out the window, might as well ask a tree. Wind through the leaves, nope. Now it’s an answer provided for me. Living my best life, what most people are saying. Most of my nights are filled with praying. A shorter route to tears is all I’ve gained. This is my life, fortune won’t allow me to deny this pain. 

Look My Way, Already

Don’t pray for me. Just know, it’s not too late for me. Time moves in revere. Each new moment. It’s like history stole it. Should be happy but, face never shows it. I’ve been sick, took whatever I could from life to suppress it. Never would have guessed it, until I chose courage and flexed it. Stories from the past, won’t be told again. At least trapped here, I won’t grow old again. Sometimes, I wish I picked up a pen instead of a sword. The damage I had a hand in creating can’t be ignored.