Inkwell

The mind fragile and of glass

Isn't steel, metal, or brass

The brain, our personal inkwell

Often lays dormant, under a spell

This cursed trickery revels in glee

It has won out in our conformity

The inkwells dried up and bottles empty

Because we don’t need paper, save the trees

No medium of personality transferable

No way to express individuality preferable

Waste away each and every day

Discussing and pondering what you should say

Forget the technology we appraise so

Separate yourself from this death row

Dust off your inkwell and fill it to the brim

Pull out your pen and brush so form-fittingly slim

Speak words aloud freshly scribed

Sing songs whose lyrics you’ve long past modified

Even if outcast and misunderstood

Genuine emotion can find its way from the woods

Stop hiding in the forest so lost and alone

The trees are the people all carrying the same tone

Clean out the attic so dusty back home

Rediscover your inkwell and let your mind roam

Books Whisper

In the buzzing of chatter in the room

A single soul attempts to escape their gloom

Others laugh, talk, and worry

But she is in no hurry

Instead of discussing events and gossip

She engulfs her mind and sound into a trip

The pen in hand and paper before her

She finally stands as the creator

Tired of the corrupted environment

She slowly retreats, distant

People wonder only for a moment

But turn away as she is resistant

Brushing off their shallow concerns

From that so called humanity she turns

Into her world of thought and lines

Into the world for which she pines

All secrets and inner thoughts revealed

When once they laid locked up and sealed

Her once numbed heart silenced and still

Picks up pace to match the words’ trill

Her race against herself, humanity, and time

Appears before her in prose and rhyme

Bound together for all to see

Are the books that whisper to me

Edge of the Void

The clock keeps running down

Each minute engraves a frown

Every second wipes it clean

So the fatigue is never seen

The insistent ticking of the watch

Reminds you of all you splotch

Psychotic and brinking on societal norms

You swear you shall change all and reform

The glass shape curves and shines

But all you hear is others whine

The sand dripping, your silent friend

Each grain passes is another towards an end

The fears and anxieties of countless others

Upon yours you take on and smother

But what reality remains course yet dull

Beats furiously upon your skull

Why worry of such trivial matters?

Why take all the trash and the batter?

Nothing could ever make you sadder

Than believing the former rather than the latter

The edge of the void creeps and draws you in

But you shake your head because that’s where you’ve been

Confidante

I want to be the one you come to

In your time of need, want, pain, and bliss

I want to be the one you trust true

In all times whenever and whatever it is

No matter what, I’ll be here

No matter what they think and say

I’ll never turn my back, my dear

I’ll never leave and walk away

I’m here as long as you wish for me

I’m here each and every step of the way

We’ll fall once, twice, a million times to be

We’ve met and are, now I’m here to stay

As a genuine friend ought

I’m putting my heart and trust in you

Not stressing when we may have fought

Because that’s not all we’ve been through

Each walk down a separate trail

We may seem to split apart and forgotten

But don’t let these illusions blur and prevail

We lasted and shared all treasured and rotten

Decades or seconds when you want to start

I’ll be open and sitting here still

With ready arms and a steady heart

Let your reality, thoughts, and tears spill

Cry and rant until no more can come

And although I cannot do much but listen,

I’ll do what I can to keep hearing your heart’s drum

Because your smile and life makes everyday glisten

With each breath since we met

Our futures have been intertwined

My purpose has been set

Because I’m promising, signed

Hearing I’m your confidante makes my lifetime

And it sets me at ease knowing you’d be mine

Dare

Wrists and arms welted with prints

Indented with the fingers’ grasped tints

Pinkish white where the blood flow stopped

In the moments when temperament chopped

Hands twisted and wrung red and black

Skin and bones stretch and crack

Nails scratch and itch for distraction

Digging in and pinching to prevent reaction

Mouth opening and closing tight again

Trying to stop the rampage of words of stain

Teeth grinded against and clamped hard

Bottom lip chewed and bitten down barred

Intentions met on mutual ground

Dispute and disdain eventually found

Forgiveness extends his hand

But forgetfulness doesn’t approach this land

Rash words collide in tensed surroundings

Ones which seem only destroyed by chainsaw’s revving

But with a swift and simple slip and snip

Brings upon tornados and hurricanes’ fury trip

The results are what matter most

The ends summarize all that is necessary to post

Symbolizing and summarizing all that went in between

Obvious despite all the intricacies left unspoken and unseen

Fallen into a routine

Left to suffer as they attack and demean

Fallen into belief and concede

Words can kill and bleed

Dare to speak up and reprimanded

Dare to act out and shredded

Dare to confess and treaded

Dare to simply be and beheaded

But does this constant batter mean to no longer try?

Will you no longer reach for the sun, moon, stars, and sky?

Would you be oppressed and made to comply?

Does vulnerability and tears means a weakling supply?

No, we will speak up and defend ourselves and more

We will act out for those who cannot take what’s in store

Our voice cannot be shadowed, muted pleas

We stand as we are and speak as we please

Dare to be and dare to change

Routine horrors should not be arranged

Dare to try and fall but get back another time yet

Because it shows them that your life is not in stone set

Silence Doesn't Lie

Silence does by doing naught

Silence means more than plenty

It reveals all and you are caught

It holds more than all you hear or see

Silence awkward and tense

Trying to hold onto thoughts blank

Nervous and unsure in your presence

Too occupied with appearance and rank

Silence is a right and protection

Saying nothing is nothing against

Speaking through analysis and selection

Solely which way in which is insistent

Silence is a dropped case and consent

Do not be victimized by such

Leaving things unsaid to be bent

Tormented between ropes of double dutch

Silence comfortable and warm

Sitting awake and asleep

Cuddling in to survive the storm

Surviving the falls no matter how steep

Silence familiar and all-knowing

Speaks more than any else upholds

Intuition bound by wired heartstrings

Decades in seconds in which it molds

Silence is the timid yet mighty thespian

Silence doesn’t lie to anyone

Prediction of Addiction

The soft steps steady still

Uncertain of presence until

Met with the cold tips and warm fill

Then comes the melodious trill

From the first silent step

Is the walk of prediction

What promise to yourself kept?

Move straight to the addiction

As if possessed and unable to derail

Push away the constant nag

Continue and won’t go off the trail

Everything is under control, in the bag

Disregard warning of any means

Wanting so it will come

Who listens when you’re but a teen?

Acting deaf, mute, and dumb

Trekking along so unseen

Adults and kids overlap more than we deem

Still there lays arguments beefed and lean

The true hazard classified a dream

Knew of the drama

Knew of the pain

Knew of the trauma

And wished for the gain

Prediction of addiction proven and correct

Yet still always clueless in almost every sect

Letters Awry

Another glance back to another

Dance back to another

Chance back to the way it was

Eager for love

Also for life

Hoping that the beginning didn’t

Rear such a suffering distance

Together for once blunt

More is undone at the hunt

Now it’s become clear

In the eyes of fear

Looking within to outside

Younger days of now seem pastime

War of the soul

Angels and demons combine

Null at the brink and toll

Each drawn then shrunken behind

Yearning, feeling nauseous

Afraid of being looked down upon

Masking any and all promiscuous

Kicking away that devil’s spawn

Verifying what has been isn’t what is

Justifying who, what, when, where, why

Worrying something lies amiss

Moreover standing at the ready, sly

Never ending peace, angst, terror, bliss

Recording decisions and contradictions awry

Now Open

Just want to cry it all out

I won’t talk about it

Just want to figure it all out

I won’t simply be here and sit

Why can’t answers come so easily?

When do we finally get to know?

Why must we catalyze this secrecy?

Where does everything fall into flow?

Spent my hours cruel and callous

No sensitivity, no mercy

Snarl and growl, so malicious

No community, no sympathy

Can someone break me out of this agony?

Will emotions wash me clean?

Can I toss the indifference and apathy?

Will trust rebuild the emptiness between?

Now the aura erupts its emanating glory

Color, warmth, and chills waft

Transparency anew tainted from discovery

Taking these for granted was quite daft

But no more putting on a show

Optimism is a blessing and a restriction

Stockpiling bliss before dealing a final blow

But now open and real feeling breach limitation

Sulfurous Soul

Smash of the platter

Screeching to a falter

Slamming against ground
Shouts all around

Scorn and upset

Sears the mind’s debt
Squalls erupt and fire
Screaming a tantrum dire

Scared of what is and has been
Sworn to thyself no more chagrin

Stopping upon realization

Shy of extreme over dramatization

Slowing the fury and rashness

Staring at it you confess

Sure apprehension

Sharp recognition

Stained reputation

Self aggravation

Soiled blanketed reality

Stance wavering yet

Shaken will and might

Stripped of bite and fight

Swiftly placed face to arm

Swallowing gasps of alarm

Smoldering droplets fall

Sliding down as you recall

Sneak a look behind your back

Streaming hot tears you once would lack

Stability smashed and crashed

Steady upheaval and now abashed

Similar to heated tears you want to stanch

Small dew drops cry upon a branch

Sun rising and drying the trees

Smile a bit and do as you please

Still you halt and wonder again

Sweetness comes though it wanes

In Elsewhere

Lockets of our entirety

Clasped and closed

Rusted shut internally

Such a power posed

An ability to remember

To keep memories kept always

An ability to forget altogether

To lock horrors away

Where are our worries?

Where are our antics?

Where are our life fees?

Wherever we would like to pick

In elsewhere if we shall indeed insist

Elsewhere is here if we choose it to exist

New Horizon

Endings rarely wanted

Kicked about and put off

Not allowing stops haunted

At them you simply scoff

Better off living in familiar safety

Being constant and forever young

Where you know each and every

Where you can try blocking what stung

But covering up and burying reality

Faking until you yourself believe

Does not work as well as thought out to be

Pretending while your heart grieves

But a new horizon is upon us and spreading

That sun scorching lies is now setting