Autumn

Autumn is just a step away. 

The harsh summer sun descends, taking amber leaves besides. 

Cold comes closer, quickly taking hold of all and shaking what had become the norm. 

Unceremoniously, it claims the realm. 

Just a step before the fall. 

Lingering light begins to hide, taking modest lives besides. 

Chills creep closer, quickly clinging to everything and upturning what had become stability. 

Ungraciously, it dominates the lands. 

Sobering autumnal echoes are just around the corner. 

Gray will adorn the skies, and the lands will soon don garbs of while. 

Bleakness bitterly bites its way forward, viciously stealing entirety and confusing what had become serenity. 

Unexpectedly, it subdues the world. 

One plus One

One plus one equals two,

This kind of math means me and you. 

Together to fight the whole world,

We could rule all time and space,

You and I. 

Two together means I can catch the sky, and hand it to you on a silver platter. 

Whatever the object, whatever the challenge, it doesn’t matter. 

One plus one equals my love for you, and that’s the kind of math that makes me move. 

Shine on me

Shine, shine on me. 

Shine, shine for me. 

Won’t you share your sweet rays of sunlight?

Shine, shine on me. 

I beg your warmth, 

That pleasant tingle on my skin. 

Shine, shine for me,

With that special kind of light that heats me up within. 

Shine, shine on me. 

Shine, shine for me.

Won’t you spare your caring gleam?

Shine, shine on me. 

I beg your guidance,

That light to break the dark and reveal the unseen. 

Shine, shine for me,

With that radiant glow that lifts me when I’m low. 

Shine, shine on me. 

Shine, shine for me. 

Repent, Repay, Reform

Regime’s ripples ripping rapidly. 

Roaring, ravaging, raging reaper. 

Realize relentlessness, recklessness. restlessness.  

Rancorous, resentful, ruthless rending results. 

Retreat. 

Remember, resistance razes, reduces, ruins. 

Run, recoil, reconsider. 

Reject revolution.

Revoke retribution. 

Regret rebellion.

Return restraint, restriction, repression. 

Rely, require, request reapplied regulations. 

Reacquire rightful righteous rule. 

Repent, repay, reform.

Spoiled Rotten

Tasty, tantalizing little treats laid before me. 

An appetizing box of all the signs that you absolutely adore me. 

Fatten me up with your love. 

Oh, you’re so good to me. 

You spoil me rotten, rotten to the core. 

I’m addicted to the sickening feast. 

I can feel what it does, and yet I keep craving more. 

You slay me completely with the confectionery affection. 

You keep me wrapped up tightly around your delicate candy finger. 

I can’t help but linger, enslaved by the intoxicating taste of your lips. 

It’s bittersweet. 

You’re poisoning me, and I know it. 

My body sees your deathly love as queen. 

It is yours, and as a loyal, humble servant, it refuses to overthrow it. 

My heart hurts more and more with every attack, but I am in too deep now. 

I can’t turn back. 

And I wait. 

I wait for death, the black sleep of sweet bliss to take me. 

It is my only means of escape.

To close my eyes, and let them rest from watching helplessly as you break me. 

Oh, but you’re too good to me. 

As long as you are here, I will always be. 

For what I am, there is no free. 

Broken Glass

Reflection glaring back at me,

I hate what you’ve become

An empty husk, and broken remnant of ties undone

The wrathful, pitiful, haunting specter lingering on

Wailing, and weeping for a treasure now long gone

I loathe your form, but find compassion in knowing a heart so bitterly torn

Standing over shards of broken glass,

here I am

Cut me up, and bleed me dry

No matter how much I scream and cry, here I am

Standing over the shards of broken glass, the little pieces of me

Even when my body is scattered to the wind,

here I am

Reflection of the other me, the image of no true wealth

A vision of all that I see wrong in myself

The weak soul, unable to crawl

One left wallowing, and pitying after every fall

I despise your appearance, but find sympathy in a mind so depressed

Standing over shards of broken glass,

here I am

Cut me up, and bleed me dry

No matter how much I scream and cry,

here I am

Standing over the shards of broken glass, the little pieces of me

Even when my body is scattered to the wind, here I am

Standing over shards of broken glass, the little pieces of me

Projecting a broken up, and mangled creature

A magnified depiction of every unattractive feature

Standing over shards of broken glass,

here I am

Reflection grinning back at me,

I know what you are

Desperate shade, hiding painful scars

Lacking, longing, empty spirit drifting by

Waiting, asking, begging to truly die

I abhor your presence, but find understanding in a soul left bleeding

Standing over shards of broken glass, here I am

Break me down, a bury me deep

Allow me rest, allow me sleep

Even when the maggots come,

Here I am, standing over these shards of broken glass. “

Time Stop

I want to stop time and catch my breath. Just a little moment to step back from the sadness,

A chance to step away from the pain.

I want to be free again.

Open to do as I please in my own little world that doesn’t move; a quiet place to relax and rest.
I want to stop time and take it all in.

The stars, the roses, even the little ants on the hill.

This fast-paced world has lost its thrill, but I want more than a world that’s just simple and slow.

I want a world that does not go.

Oh, how I long to be still.
I want to stop and reconnect.

To halt everything, and capture all the scattered pieces— the shards that cannot run.

I want to stop time and be free.

In this motionless space where I can be me.

I want to stop and make it all mine.

I want it all to stay, I want to stop time.

Re:Start

Re:start
Re:vive
Re:ceive
Re:new and Re:awaken
Beginning again is just a step away.

Re:move a dark past.
Re:claim the beautiful future that was meant to be.
Re:member that the sun is never too far.

Re:gret melts away here.
Re:join the flow of the universe,
and Re:design life as you see fit.

Re:start
and Re:design life as you see fit.
Re:join the flow of the universe,
Re:gret melts away here.

Re:member that the sun is never too far.
Re:claim the beautiful future that was meant to be.
Re:move a dark past.

Beginning again is just a step away.
Re:new and Re:awaken.
Re:ceive
Re:start

Chaotic

I am the chaotic,

Wild and temperamental.

The unchecked, and untamed thing that I am does what it wants and lives on its own terms.

No laws, no rules, just me and my own boundaries.

I am the chaotic.

Unrestrained, and outspoken.

The free and unpredictable thing that I am is beyond reason and comprehension.

I simply am, and simply do.

Whatever the feeling, whatever the mood, anything can happen, and anything I’ll do.

I am the chaotic.

Like a storm, I come and I go.

Throwing all in my path across creation with arms like wind.

Roaring, shouting, screaming with a voice that strikes like lightning, and booms like thunder.

I AM THE CHAOTIC!

The unscripted, ever-changing thing that I am.

Dear You

Dear You,

I write from my heart. Deep down I hope my words reach you beyond the scattered pieces, beyond the memory torn apart. I bear you no ill will, but I am distraught. I was accustomed to a certain way of living. I was both settled and secure, only for it all to be upturned in a moment, and without a chance to catch my breath. I believed in infinity, even used to dream; perfection was a reality, or so I thought.

The naive, uneducated, unintelligent being that I once was has now been made clear. I was fooled by my own comfort. Again, I bear you no ill will, but what am I to think, what am I to feel? When left like a gutted swine, or a fish thrust upon the lands to gasp and flounder, there is only the struggle and the pain as the body tries to regain what it once lost. The heart and the mind do the same. And here I am, writing all these words in vain. I don’t mean to bear you ill will, but You, sweet Dear You, I am upset. I am bothered that there is no pause, no lost speech, no sign of regret. To simply take, and have your fill. Like a thief you’ve become, and it is from me that you decided to steal.

Dear You, I mean no harm even though my bitter words have lost their charm. I am merely expressing myself, not to You, but to me. Oh how I love the taste of the echoed resentment and venting the non-hatred that’s lingering. Would you happen to not find that just sickening? Believe me, there is not an instant where my stomach does not churn, or the very core of my soul does not burn with all its rage. Oh dear, Dear You, I hope you see the wicked creature that bears your name, and know that it is yours. It will live and grow, with or without you. Standing, breathing, and developing as the reflection of your likeness that it is. I will care for it, foster it, and nurture it in all the ways I know you never will.

My Dearest You, I do not mean Ill.