Coming Back to Mortality

What supports might be added?Am I allowed any accomodations to supplement my yearning?Maybe a modification to my soul needs to be introduced.Maybe I'm just in secure in my native thinking. Integrate me into the silent society.Make me stretch out of my comfort zone of comfort.Tear me down, build me up,Help me to be absolute in my tendencies to breathe. What brings me back to center?Am I allowed to…

Life accumulates to where you’ll end upLeading down roads that might be lined with toadsNot just the animal, but the peopleJumping, croaking, warts among us.Interest based livesEconomic and coldWarmth takes a backseatTo the stories untold.Don’t let curiosities leave your mind.Continue to learn from time to time.Doubt and belief coincide together,Thoroughly forming a dichotomy of light and…

A chorus of Angels usher me into the unknown.While demons strike off on their own.They hope I will followThey hope I’ll become undone.But today is the day I look to my left and run.A chorus of Angels want to guide me home.My inner dialogue tells my heart to get a room.I discuss it with my head,I discuss it with my soul.But today is the day I’ll just stop drop and roll.The ants go marching on and…

I'm so close yet so far.I never arrived yet I'm trying to get out.Like a drunk man who hangs out beside the bar. I never arrived yet I'm staggering about. Extra time and extra livesPlaythroughs riddled with game overs and strife.Visiting a plethora of local dives.A video game played out in real life. I'm so close yet so far.I never arrived yet I'm trying to get out.Like a drunk man who hangs out…

It helps to secure the thought before it escapes the mouth.It also helps if you have enough money to pay for it.I should take a break,but I’m too much of a fool to admit it.It helps to take a moment to break before letting go.It also helps if you have the brevity to pay for it.I should make a break for it,but I’m too loyal to be an apostate.Altogether beautiful.Altogether wonderful.Altogether…

Show me a time where you smiled just because you could.Show me a time when you deserved a little more grace.Show me a time where darkness gripped your soul and didn't let go.A cascade.A high, a mid, a low.Driving me forcefully to the ground. Show me a time where joy was filled to overflowing.Show me a time when you were perfectly content with the situation at hand.Show me a time where depression…

I’m a little tired.I’m a little unhappy.God Help me!Are you helping me?Wanting to build a home, Wanting to start the images you want for me.Wanting to make joy the center of me and mine.I’m a little tired.Trying my hardest to communicate needs.Trudging through the mud to make my voice known.Targeting a response that I would love to hear.I’m a little unhappy.I praise you my Lord, Maker of…

You teach me white noise, Out of the blue, Into the red. You teach me white noise. Lazy and unfurled, Connected but worn out, An aggressive assault on the senses— But, you teach me white noise. Ill will talks louder than good intentions. Tragedy drowns out the yellow in our eyes, Blissful thinking might get you killed, Staring at the static of the white noise machine. You teach me white…

I've been diving into uncomfortable situations,Letting them wash over me.The saltwater seeps in, trying to cleanse my veins. I hope this isn't my final home...I've been diving into places I never intended to be.I'm trying to declare my spot in this world. The sun lying to me about the warmth it gives. My home is disguised as a prison, but probably the other way around...Will I walk in the shadow…

When you feel your back breakWhen your arms fall at your sideWhen it hurts to take a breathMaybe you should look to the sky?From inside your head, the damage is doneYour heart cannot take another step From inside your mind, the feeling is goneYour heart has fallen into the trap When you feel the world is crashing downWhen you hear the voices spillWhen you see another stormWhen your head is filled…

Well, isn't that funny My head is downstream and my body up. Well, isn't that funny... My left arm is on the right bank, and my right arm is on the left. How in the world does this happen all the time? How can a man be in multiple places at once? Torn between existence and good riddance. Torn between the story and reality. Well, isn't that funny I decided to get a haircut cut, and they cut off…

It was another day. Another day to lay. Another day to lay down my head and reflect on things to come. Another day to lay down my head and see where these thoughts have come from. It was a month to be remembered. Remembrance targeted at violence of the heart. Remembrance that brought joy out of the start. It was a month swiftly encumbered. Asking the thoughts of others to purify my soul. Asking…

“I’m tired of it,I’m over it, I’m bored of it. Gotta fix this; I’m sick of it.” ~Skillet I'm sick of the pressure to be whatever they want me to be. I'm sick of the pre-determined empathy I share with my enemy. A memory to hold, and a memory to fold, Into the thick of it I'm just so sick of it. I accent my torment with dashes of joy. I embroider my soul with intricacies of white and gold. A…

My body is a garden Every night I should be growing. As my insides turn and the outside sleeps. The weeds come into play, and they choke me into clay. I crumble and crack. I dry and fade. I try my hand at games, but somehow, my arms have faded away. I try to water my tired soul, and it goes through my wholes. It irrigates the weeds. The flowers don't want to grow. I wish to be fruitful and…