Following shaded paths

corridors covered in

cactus and bright nothing.

Signs point in several directions

trails with no footing

and mirage of success.

Sun follows with a knife

to my back

plunging

and keeps me

walking forward.

Sometimes

the greatest way to say something

is to say nothing at all.

Walk away from the strings

breathe

really breathe.

Follow nature to

serenity and a drink

and let the world

shape today.

I’ll challenge you

to try today.

Find the patience of a pen

grace of a brush

and try.

Building blocks in comfort

is only a shell.

So will change it.

Why wait till tomorrow

since we write the calendar,

it may never come.

I can’t lose

what I

don’t have.

I will.

It’s the door we can’t stop

from opening

yet

will only

be there during the next tomorrow.

Will search for answers

among the stars

and find the door

beg it to remain close

only for it to take

what we don’t have.

Forsaken the name

that brought you to

my door.

Carried to the

threshold

find your footing

dance on the carpet

or fall on your ass.

I won’t carry

or help you walk

like the rest.

Forsaken your name

and make your own.

Stood stall

when everyone told her

to sit.

Shrugs the blanket

of relief in her hunt

for solitude.

Wasted stitches

in a feeble attempt

to calm the fight.

Peace for the next

so she can burn

this relief blanket

You keep a barrier

the words and you

a hardened shield

to protect your

fruitful heart.

It’s been pierced before.

Your words, while beautiful,

you don’t always believe them.

Casting webs

around yourself

to stop the buzzing

flies from getting near.

You know it’s not healthy

and you want to tear the

webs and shields down.

The words are always there

and you know

they’ll be close by.

I think about you

when the sun is up

down

and setting.

Setting the picture

next to the family album

say cheese.

For the mouse running

roaming free

free of the pussy.

The will own us.

She said she was mirror watching.

I still don’t know

what that means.

I can see her

see herself

in a cold room

in the middle of the night.

Maybe she was

waiting

waiting for something

to grab her

tell her

that everything is okay.

Two sides

showing at once,

twin sisters.

It’s not that I don’t believe

it’s more along the lines of

why should I?

Speech with confusing vocabulary

on and on and on I hear

your message of good

evil

but

aren’t they the same.

Cut from the same apple

and viewed in different light

under different ideals

in the same book.

Trenches with muddy

fingers pointing

at anyone

but themselves.