Get up

We, the people, discover new and innovative ways to over-complicate.
While life.at its core, is simple without the need to over-compensate.
We frequently lie to “loved ones,” speaking excuses lacking sincerity.
Preferably, try a hard truth admitting they are just not currently a priority.
When actions and words conflict, the confusion and chaos bring pain.
Even the kindest, well meaning gestures can hide the malice they contain.
This journey can be severe and disheartening but there is glorious hope.
Alone we carry the strength to face any adversity even at the end of your rope.
Be your own hero. Rock bottom isn’t always the end, it’s a setback; a hiccup.
A brutal, kind soul enlightened me; “Nobody is coming to save you. Get up.”


EAF

Only Reality Separates

Souls seeking their match, do so free of context.
Invisible strings join, forming a web so complex.
A flame so pure and true, it burns away the pain.
In a trance, drawn to its hope to break my chain.
As opposed to getting to know, the heart recalls.
Another time, place or existence, you were my all.
Like the insane, I pursue this love knowing I'll fail.
But there's no happy ending, this isn't a fairy tale.

EAF

Phantom Pain

Ghost in flesh, haunting lives I touch.
Fluxing presence that no one can see.
Quickly connected but easily forgotten.
Hostage of the soul, yearning to be free.
I tell myself that I do not need anyone.
The sad truth is no one really needs me.
EAF

Dark Sojourner

Sprawled across the distressed and stained tattered carpet.
Rests the wretched remnants of the non-dearly departed.
Shadows stay coiled around, providing its lasting embrace.
Eyes, glaring blankly into the ether; Eternal grin upon the face.
Forgotten elation and agony hide in the crypt of the king of fools.
If daring, step deeper into the abyss; here lies treasure of no jewels.
Swill from the chalice of anguish; taste the bittersweet essence.
Survival of this age old test brings you peace in its quintessence.
EAF

Remarkable Girl

I know this remarkable girl; smart, beautiful, and sweet.
A crooked grin, on her pretty face, and daisies at her feet.
Everyday she wakes up, poised for the battles of the day.
The scars of her war, though hidden from sight; always stay.
How I wish I could always keep her laughing, and full of cheer.
But all I have is my soul, pen, and paper for the one I hold dear.

Change of Heart

There are people who believe there is merely but one.
The person who points your way to the endless sun.
The missing puzzle piece that makes them complete.
A rock that grants support when facing looming defeat.
What if one lost the matching half of their soul to fate?
Wandering hopelessly yearning on the road never straight.
But what if one’s heart could change shape and design.
Perhaps then another key would unlock the secret shine.

What You've Done

Every time I think of you, my heart constantly skips a beat.

I picture your smile in my mind; your lips appear so sweet.

Your voice echoes in my vacant soul, reaching up to my ears.

I repeatedly dream of holding you; staying embraced for years.

My burning passion for you; drives me to the brink of madness.

I sit in the middle of this lonely room trying to escape the sadness.

My mind slips, “Was this the reason for all the suffering and pain.”

No longer can I lock away my heart; it’s no longer mine to contain.