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

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

Explosive Renewal

Situation expected from the very start

Knew it was coming after your heart

Certain to appear, but when?

Guard dropped momentarily, and then

Blunt and honest; why drop clues?

Upfront and direct; why not if it’s true?

Striking at the heart bandaged from rips before

With sharp stabs that dull and then hit the core

Water collects at the rims

But with a hard swallow, dims

Knowing that it hurts others to see you cry

That they hate the sight of your tears, so you try

Achieving what has not ever before

You cry no more; what is wrong?

Nothing evokes those watery streaks

No matter what emotion from inside sneaks

Feeling everything and nothing simultaneously

All and none at the same time explosively

Confusion sets in, but naught else would

Lingering on not as it should

Emotions built up a firewall

To pick and choose from the ball

Of eternity at once, cluttered

Pounded together, yet still fluttered

Negativity held back

Trying to fill that spot you now lack

Channeling that pent-up anger to production

Channeling that happy relief to laughter

Sadness escapes past the guards for a moment

Brings a wrenching pain’s descent

But no tears fall, ability temporarily lost

Starting that day, emotions combined and crossed

Feeling so fake and surreal

From such control; what was the earlier appeal?

Drawing on emotions; simple crops to pick

Shutting away, pushing aside any painful kicks

Mentioned at all, throbbing pain

Seen at all, continues to strain

But knowing other’s happiness, lightened

A smile forms, rejuvenated and enlightened

An entire lifetime crammed in,

Into the short test of time therein

Closer than most others would ever, could ever, be

Reborn and reincarnated into a new you for the world to see