Balance?

“I’m your release
Don’t deny the fact that I might need you as much as you need me.”

Your humor amuses me.
The scales are certainly not balanced.
your side is
grazing the ground
with my
problems
insecurities
impatience
and uncertainty.
My side is weightless with your
Laughter
Charm
And smile.
The fact is,
No matter how much you put onto my plate
You will always have more to eat on yours.
The scale will never be balanced,
Which, I guess, would make this fact
Completely
Utterly
False.

What's inside my house

Hopes down the toilet
Dreams slashed in the attic
Faith covered in bed
Love skewed in the kitchen
Determination buried in the basement.
Crumble, shelter, crumble.
I can not call you a home
because they say home is where the heart is
and my heart is everywhere but here.

Sugar

Be my sweetness, my sour, my chocolate, my craving, my candy, through this tearful meltdown.
I’ve been told that
Just a spoonful of sugar helps the downfall go easier.

Read Me

No one picks up a book like me.
My cover is worn and tattered.
You, however, flipped through my beaten down pages
And have translated my words .
My riddles intrigue you, but
have no rhythm or flow.
Good luck trying to whistle my tune.
The music between the lines is low, so
Listen close
Open your ears
They are the keys to my home of
Thoughts, feelings, and love.

Listening with ears is only half the challenge.
The melody is sweet,
But fleeting as the setting sun
Yet I can hear it growing still

For now it is sweet,
But sweetness can be sour underneath.
Be aware,
The taste is bitter

Bittersweet harmony.
Warm yet aesthetic.
It can be felt now,
Moving
Pulsing
Inside.

Another round, please?

Dissect Me.
Discover Me.
Invade Me.
My thoughts are yours to scramble.
Pick me apart.
Leave me nothing to ponder.
My door is always open.
You know the way.
You’ve been there many times before.
My mind is an open bar
Have all the drinks you’d like
Get drunk off my ideas
Have a hangover with my emotions.
Do as you wish.
I will quench your thirst.

help me out

I'm in dire need
Of you to look the other way.
To not taunt me with your ambiance
Or burn me with your tender eyes.
I need you to cut the ties
That I am hanging on so dearly to.
Tell me I'm nothing.
Belittle me.
I’m begging you.
My grip is not weakening.
My sanity relies on you.
Please, relieve me.

Crazy Computer Talk

This feeling
That has crept into my system
Is unidentifiable.
It is impossible to delete the program
For I have tried many times before.
The virus sneaks up on me
Armed
Strong
Ready to erase my memory
There is nothing I want more
Than to shut down
And reload.

Master

Master, cut my strings
I am no longer your dancing fool
Feelings have slithered into my body
And I am ready to move on my own.
No longer do I need your guidance
Or strength
Or power
For I have my own
And I am a real boy now.

All bottled up

I'm angry
because you left
your two little angels
with no father
and I'm mad
because you didn't officially say goodbye
what you did was
torture
and taunt
and confuse
I'm mostly mad, though,
because i couldn't understand
what you were going through
and that i judged you
and that I'll never get to hear
your acceptance of my pathetic apology
which I'm sure you would have
in a heartbeat.
which you no longer have.

You wear it well

smile, dear
it's your best look
expensive dresses
or luxurious shoes
can not possibly compare to
your illuminating smile
you wear it well
your style is my assurance
that as long as you are here
perfection is obtainable

Shaking

stumble, young boy
fumble with your words
because love is not definite
it is just as unsure as you
but, keep in mind,
uncertainty is what makes the world go 'round

Fine

ask me again, daddy, how my day was
i'll reply with fine
as always
and you will nod with approval
as always
it's funny
how a four letter world
contains so much substance
and screams more answers than a person can handle
but you can't hear its cries, daddy.
ironic?
most certainly.

Please

ignore my rambling
no, it's not English, Spanish, or French
Language can not possibly hold the emotions
that are flowing from my mouth
into the receiver
through the cable line
into your phone
which you hold
far from your face
because i am not screaming
shrieking, really
and my breath has been captured from my lungs
and no matter what you say
you are the reason
language has totally slipped my mind
and have been forced to rely on rage
and incomprehensible sounds
but please,
ignore me
you should be a pro by now.

Truth

the truth is
that when you cant hold on any longer
and you slip
no one is going to catch you
because you are the weight of the world
and their shoulders will
never
ever
be strong enough to hold you up

Fill 'er up with something more than regular

to know he was the backbone to your body
and the smile on your face
and the confidence in your walk
is the worst realization a young,
foolish, teenage girl can come to
when the boy who kept her running
finally ran out of gas,
or better known to her as love

Shades of Gray

he lives his life in shades of gray
it's exactly where i want to be
the color speaks multitudes
who would have known?
no definite answers
endless possibilities
acceptance
care
a hand to wipe away the tears
an ear to listen
eyes to indulge in
a smile to savor
anything you need
but most of all, love
and isn't that really what we all need?
even if we find it in the form of a color?

No Relief

restrained
restricted
caged
life behind bars
constructed by the guards
key tossed and lost
retrieval not an option
freedom merely an illusion
terminated dreams
lost hope
sleep well behind the barrier, baby,
get comfy
you've been sentenced to life

take it

or leave it