Thunder Storm

Today the ocean is fierce with anger
Back and forth it drags the surface
Crashing against the closed curtains
Piercing the skin with a thousand words of hurt

Dark and cold the water trembles
Higher and higher it starts to rise
Drowning out all of the silent cries
Chocking on the air of unsaid lies

Lightning strikes the waves with light
Bursting and exploding clouds show the blind a whole new fear
Shattering, to the earth, a million tears
Painting a picture for all those who cannot hear

Soon the storm will be over
The thuder and rain will slowly subside
Making it so she doesn’t have to hide
Ending this long painful ride

The son rises with the morning’s breath
Once more the rainbow marks the spot
Another soul the world forgot
A name worn off an old head stone.

Impossible

im·pos·si·ble

adjective

-not able to occur, exist, or be done-

You can’t exist in my world without my heart striving for more.

The drowning did not occur to me, I have hid from you in my darkest hour.

This is the moment when the enormity of what can’t be done, strangles me in my sleep.

You are impossible. This is impossible. I am impossible.

Fighting with Myself

I am nothing, I mean nothing. How did I come to be so expendable? How can I not be more than this?

How can I mean so little? At one moment I’m holding myself so high and another I’m breaking me down.

How do I change this? How can I not change my opinion, no matter what I say?

How do I pretend this doesn’t hurt me? How do I move past this? I was never real. None of this is.

How can I be so alone? How can I expect anyone to sit in the dark? After all I am expendable, I am nothing.

How can I dry my eyes when it won’t stop raining? How do I not feel this? Can I just be exempt from this life?

How can I wonder how I got this way? I walked me to the edge and pushed me off.

How can I fight to survive without the will to live? How can I keep coming back to this dark place

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Doodles

There in the corner lies a candle.

A candle whose light flickers on the wall.

There on that wall shadows dance.

A dance that only I can understand.

There I understand I am lonesome.

A lonesome dove with no comrade.

There is no comrade to fly the sky.

A sky that is never ending.

There is where I can see my life ending.

Define Me

My life: A million pieces scattered on the floor.

My body: A used, worn out vessel.

My heart: A single star in the night sky.

My mind: A collage of insanity.

My hands: A curious set of eyes.

My feet: A map with no lines.

My ears: A burning desire to feel.

My eyes: A fountain of pain.

My lips: A vault sealed shut from the inside.

Weak knees.

Strong legs.

Weak mind.

Strong brain.

Weak pulse.

Strong heart.

Heads or Tails

The coin has been tossed, round and round it spins through the air.

Heads or tails; there’s no in between. Let’s see what fate has to say.

Tic-toc goes the clock, as time slows to a crawl.

Every second that slips away is another moment sent to its grave.

Right before the coin hits the ground, it goes dark.

Searching for the answer with no sight.

Romeo

Rude

Obsolete

Mediocre

Exaggerated

Oblivious

Drowning

The tide is rising, just look at her depth.

Do you see her strength? Just watch how she crashes against the shoreline.

There’s a story she’s painting, do you see the anger? With every wave she strokes the canvas with a million reasons.

The sky is fierce, just look at how he lights up.

Can you tell how frightened he is? Just listen to the rumble of his voice.

There’s a song he’s writing, do you hear the pain? With every rain drop that hits the water, he sings a tune for all the broken hearted.

The storm is just beginning, a novel not yet drafted.

Don’t you want to know how it ends? Just stop trying to predict the weather.

There’s a voice locked inside, do you hear the whispers? With every unspoken word, I come closer to giving into the ocean.