You Win

We’ve become more than what they’ve seen,
We’ve proved them wrong,
moved past the impassable,
looked beyond their barriers.
We have seen the highest fall,
The mightiest grovel,
The weakest fight.

I am no longer your minion,
Your second in command
for I have seen,
the many things
on which you grow.

With each passing day,
your claws are loosened,
and I can breathe again.
With each passing hour,
your hold on me falters
for I am and always have
fought against your dominance.

As you lose complete control…

I stumble,
and you regain your courage
which envelops my everything
and once again
I lose the weakest fight.

We become stronger together,
our stable union
as you play your part
in the ever-elusive game
of my self-deprivation.


Let us dance and sway
To the soft melody
that seems to fade
as I let myself be swept away.

The music is now so distant,
as I leave this world
to the place in my heart
where I am your perfect one.

The sun awakes,
forcing the dream to vanish.
The view of you fades again
with the sounds of a new day.

A Different Bleed

As the white of the page crushes every thought,
Do I or Don’t I,
Can I or Can’t I.
As the black of the words expose every feeling,
Fix it or Break it,
Move or Idle.
As they mix the grey blurs my vision,
Open or Close,
Light or Dark.
It taunts me with each sound,
It haunts me with its silence.
It burns with each rejection,
and each word as they brand my heart.
Each mark a different feeling,
a different hurt, a different bleed.


Ten thousand stares,
All in their rows
Each their own judgement
Kept to themselves.

Wanting to know the thoughts
Of each and every mind.
Curiously fixated.
Afraid of the truth.

Surrounding every word,
Hints of anxiety.
Suffocating every thought,
Traces of panic.

Walking anywhere
Brings each stare
Burning deep into the flesh.
Kept in a nervous state.

As It Was

As I am staring at my ceiling,
My mind tells me the things that went right,
and reminds me of the things that went wrong.
How this is not how it is supposed to go,
How I should have done something.
Said something more.

I now plead to the empty room,
To my empty life.
Everything was as it was,
Before you.

Before you,
Things were disastrous,
I was lost,
In a whirlwind.
Repeating the same old.

With you,
Things were wonderful,
You found me,
In my own hurricane
Started to slow down,
And let the same old,
Become different.

My ceiling becomes darker,
As the sun moves down,
I still lay and wait
For another day,
My mind still reminiscing
Of what it was.

A Little Too Much

Too much to think is all I have tonight,
intoxicated with the sum of gab;
but would I have thy knowledge out of sight?

In this unclouded haze of breathlessness,
I have uncovered heaven’s raptured door.
But does the white enchanted dawn emerge,
against odds which one falls towards thy core?

I have but one intention to diverge,
consideration to another cup.
My way of stillness will anticipate,
a new logic stirring but I’ve given up.
By now I’ll judge if you participate.

If that is what wasted on thought is like,
allow my refusal and let me strike.


Strange upon this feeling is another,
that doesn’t quite belong.
It bashes and bruises the husk,
of each below it.
Conversing without words,
living without lineage,
evolving without demand.
Creating a distraction,
an unwarranted interruption,
of any other moment,
any other thought or
any other touch.

What is this, that is flooding my veins,
enveloping my brain
and seeping into my dreams?
It is cascading down my bones,
overflowing my heart
and is submerged in my lungs.

As my breath catches,
the feeling is fleeting.
Gone in seconds,
before it could be placed
upon my mantel of emotions.
Gone with the sturdy wings
of the inner beast.

Growth The Wrong Way

We listen, to every lie they tell us. We aren’t ones to become anything but what they tell us. Longing, searching for someone to take away our fears, only because someone added the earworm of love. 

A worm, what a fascinating idea, burrows deep beneath your cranium to hate everything you are, from some uninteresting notion of what someone else has said. Long before this, where were our own thoughts? We are not anyone else without the other in our life. Even without one beating heart to wrap your senses around, you long for it or do the things we don’t realize others are buried upon up. Nothing is our own, nothing at all. Our personal epiphanies come from other’s ideas first, where do you think the things you know come from? Where do we believe the things that don’t realize they are thoughts, go? Opinions are our thoughts of easy-breezy nothingness. The nothingness of our own hearts, beating veins in our body’s personal reflection. Birthing another in our image is what seems to be all we want. Some say that the idea that we don’t really think about the long-term situation come nevermore to the end of everything. Growth in the wrong direction, our highway has been stopped, consumed but the only thing that can penetrate the cranium, the thoughts of the others… Those thoughts are the creation of another, the long line of “telephone” from our ancestors that has no breath. Our perpetual motion of advancement only comes from what came before us and what came from before that. How do we connect our dots together without our own release of nothingness? The blackness of nothing, so comforting. Better than the alternative of only being everyone else. We are all the same, no matter what we think. No one is unique, no one is anything but what came before. We must have always been. How do we concluded the nothingness that is so peaceful, the nothingness that must come when we are no longer in this perpetual decree of others.

What if growth, the right way, away from others from ideas of others, the one before and before. The nothingness of blackness wouldn’t we be in a better place, gone from the nothing and be something? 

And again these thoughts plague my days, never letting me rest.

The Kiss

It wasn’t our first kiss. It wasn’t even our most passionate kiss, but it was a kiss that changed everything.

For months I was trying to move past the fact that I still had, even after all the years I’ve known him, powerful feelings for him. Fairly recently, I came to the conclusion that I can not let him go, and he will always be in my life no matter what. I’d rather be on his roller-coaster than anyone else’s.

The first time I saw him after this realization, he made my heart jump and my knees weak. He looked and smelled just as I remembered; his eyes were just as full of compassion and familiarity. The feeling of his hug took me back in time to the sense of perfection. His smile helped the setting sun, shine.

Our conversation, although shorter than usual, was easy following with laughter and friendly banter. We caught up with each other’s lives, and there may have been a few pauses as I stumbled over my words. As we tried to leave, since we both had to get back on the road to home, we talked, and each topic turned into a new topic.

As we were saying goodbye, we exchanged pleasantries and hopeful words. With our goodbye hug came the blank mind as I felt where our bodies touch, everywhere tingled and I could tell my body did not want to lose the connection. The hug grew longer and tighter, and his left arm found its way to around my waist, and my breath became shallow. We breathed together in the same rhythm, in the same space as neither of us wanted to break. As we pulled back from one another, something changed, something in his eyes, something that I never could place, but have seen before.

With each look, he hesitates as he moves his lips towards mine. I could tell he wasn’t quite sure if he should or not. I knew with every fibre of my being I wanted to kiss him. As my stomach started to twist and turn, I leaned up towards him, giving him a subtle hint. Our lips met, and I could feel it all the way to my toes. A shiver pulsed through my body as I put my hand on his hip and slightly pulled his shirt, thus him, closer towards me.

My body was giggling as he pulled away and then processed to flower me with little kisses. With each kiss, the sensation of tying knots with my insides was overwhelming with the flip-flopping of my stomach. They were the sweetest kisses from the most loving man, and I was leaving for a completely different city. How do I deal with that?

With our final goodbye, we just looked at each other with our hands intertwined. I walked away and let go of the most amazing man I have ever met. Turning around, I could barely take in my surroundings, my head was light, and everything seemed a little blurry. Once I got into my car, and the moment came rushing back, I almost started to cry. I am not entirely sure, however, if they would have been out of joy or sadness.

With the absolute emotional mess, I’d become in those few seconds, I needed to drive away so that he wouldn’t see me. I didn’t want him to see me start to come undone. Driving away, I looked back to his car, wishing I could just give him one more hug. Turning the corner away from him, I started to shake, and an overwhelming chill hit me. All my brain could process was the kiss and the crushing awareness that I had no idea what he was really thinking or what actually happened.

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