Anxiety

Tingling fingers
Won't stop
Tracing invisible scars
Of memory's nightmares
Feeling like
Fire fueled electric currents
Making pumping blood
thud
Like Thor's hammer
On a copper nail
Currents of fear
Pulling me under
A river of
running tears
That never fall
Just sit on
Braced lids
Each a Humpty Dumpty
Egg
Waiting to feel
The surrender of
Brokenness
Knowing no
Man can piece
The pieces of me
together
No rhyme
No reason
Just the ebb and flow
Of anxiety's seasons

Fate

Fate is a fickle beast

only fools

can try to tame 

we can try to blame

heartbreak

on time and circumstance

on the off chance that

turning clocks will renegotiate 

the loss

but time is only the scribe 

of Fate 

circumstance the pen

that Fate fills with red ink

leaving us to think 

only about the blood pumping 

through shattered veins 

thinking about losses and gains

and pain management 

a whole life spent

hoping Fate will

changes its ways

always truly knowing 

Fate will keep on going

exactly as it always has 

Growing tree.

When you take the time to look

At all the things you took 

For granted

By vision slanted

From heavy expectations

And childlike idealizations 

Of what the world should be

Too blind to see

That there is no rhyme or reasoning

To being

Life is not the destinations 

It's the contemplations

Made during the journey  

The laughter and the worry 

When the night is darkest

When the mean reds are starkest

When the green brings madness

When the blue brings sadness

When the sun is so bright 

All you see is the light 

That is what keeps us spinning 

Not the losing or winning 

When you take the time to look 

At what you took

For granted

The seed of hope is planted

The bud of life reborn

From the ashes of what was torn 

And burned 

But that seed can be turned 

Into the tree that grows each day 

Providing you shade along the way. 

What is it?

Real Love can never be 

a mistake

We make...

When the chips are down

And there's no one around

Real Love is 

what keeps you going

Keeps you growing stronger..

Even if it cannot last...

Even when it fades into the past...

Even when it is one sided...

Divided unevenly 

cut

Like cheap pizza

If it can be a mistake

That you leave in your wake

If it doesn't mean everything

Than it was never anything. 

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I'm just...

I'm just a breaker of things

never able to stop

before I bend the line 

so far it snaps. 

I'm just a ruined soul

that ruins 

perfect things

because I could. 

l'm just a dead king's touch

but it's fools gold 

with nothing but 

a toxic backlash.

I'm just a broken thing

making more

broken things

with no way to fix them. 

I'm just a hurricane

leaving everything 

shattered in

my wake.