Reality

In some moments one must understand the life that is presented

The emotional complication that stands up to us…stares us in the face

In what moment is there a right to upset another person

Is there ever this right

Blank stares into the bathroom mirror

Screams

Screams my own name with no color or ink

No threats. No emotion whatsoever

Tears. Salty liquid comes rushing down my face like a race to some finish line


Is there failure when the ending is not even in sight

Is there failure within…does such state exist

Standing in thought…what must these tears represent

Are they of any use to any situation

Do the tears give any handicap to thus situation

Or must the obsession of scars come rushing from the closet to deal with such pain

Do memories truly die with memory loss

Have they never existed to the victim

When searching for life…is there a place to start

Is it right to not feel alive though blood rushes from the body…the heart is still beating…tears still fall

Is one insane for this

Must this state of being be strapped to a bed or given medication

Are the dreams of success signs of an unstable mentality

Would it be just to turn one-self in to a mental hospital for such dreams

Or do I just feel crazy for wanting to live a success when every road that I follow gives me no hope; every obstacle that I pass only shows me a ladder going down to where I have been before; every time that I kiss her, I fly to the highest level only to be struck down by reality

Staying awake is my only option to stay away from dreams

Dreams only manage to kill the reality of ones being

Doctor, please give me pills because my imagination is rather large to keep my feet on the floor of reality

Satisfaction

4 years of the aftermath and the buildings are still burning...
coming up to the fifth and finally the rain pours...taking out all of the fire
now the city floods. disaster.
plants are not watered...plants are drowning.
rise and hit the ceiling...there is only so much room to grow
take off the bullet proof vest and see the bullet wounds that made it through
oh you thought i was fully protected....gashes. wounds. fire.
the tower was not strong enough. tall enough. big enough. watch my confidence fall
i do not need your sympathy. i do not need anything.
i just need you. i have always needed you.
hey look...our scars match. now keep walking i hate your face. your smile. your hair. your clothes. your everything.
i hate your scar. it connects us. i hate our connection.
i hate how i scream when you leave the room. i hate how my hair falls apart when the bridges collapse
i hate my ninja turtle enclosed razor blade.
oh but i love the scars it gives.
Hate. Hide. Heal.
i wish my heart's scars would show through the flesh