at a loss

What the fuck am I supposed to do?
It's obvious - there's something wrong.
And I don't even have a clue where to
begin to turn your night to dawn.
What the fuck am I supposed to do,
when constantly, there's no response?
I try and try to reach for you,
but I'm just a ghost that haunts.
What the fuck am I supposed to do?
I don't want to overwhelm.
If there's something that you're going through
Please tell me, I can help!
What the fuck am I supposed to do
when the one I love's so blue?
I want to just be here for you,
to start your heart beating anew.

another day

Something I've discovered,
is that life will be okay.
No matter what the circumstance,
there'll come another day.
A day to tackle mountains,
to see the whole world shine
A day to conquer oceans,
and to wash away the brine.
The stars will shine forever,
a new world always turns.
The sun peeks up at morning,
waves, by the moon, are stirred.
There will be beginning,
each time there comes an end.
Flowers, each spring, blossom,
after winter's frosty hand.
Life is full of learning,
and of mistakes to be made.
But all these things are worth it -
open minds, they relish change.

doors, time, and distance

A white
                ghost
hangs
at the end of my bed
keeps reminding me of
things left
                unsaid
the satin,
                wrinkled
winks at me
at times brings back
fond
                memories
those times we looked
up at the stars
those days we thought
the world was
                ours
certain we were of
our uncertain fates
were so damn
                blind
to unworkable traits
the factors that
one day would lead
us to realize
we could not
                be
some things cannot
be overcome
cannot disappear with
soap and tongues
no measure could
try to
                repair
sometimes I wonder:
was there anything there?
of course there was
I know for sure
                it's just
time and distance
                closed

                our

                door

something profound

SOMETHING causes me to feel this way:
I think you've got strong things to say.
Why don't those words just leave your lips?
Please spit it out, I'll man my ship.
There must be something on your mind.
Why is it that I feel so blind?
Blind to your thoughts, your feels, your wants...
Just say something, I need response!
Maybe out of fear I look too deep -
I try too hard to find something.
Something that will make me sting,
will make me want to break my stuff,
make me feel I am enough,
enough for you to stick around,
for you to want to make a sound.
I cannot be the only one,
to step up, openly confront,
the feelings that I have toward this,
this never-ending deep abyss.
A rock must in time stop it's fall.
At this thought, I feel appalled.
Can I accept good energy?
Why can't I realize my old dreams?
Something inside holds me back.
It wraps me tight, keeps me entrapped.
Why must "trap" even be a part,
Of anything inside my heart?
It cannot, should not, will not be!
I must let this go with certainty,
Or capture it and break it down,
Rip it up and stomp around.
Pull it open, dig it out,
distill it down to end this drought,
before I ruin what's been found;
lose something I hold profound.

Stewing

Sometimes I don't know why
I feel as empty as I do
All the people whom I love
Slowly vanish while I stew

My mind inside feels hollow
Frozen eyes deep sunken holes
My ears are stuffed with cotton
Broken, fractured, is my skull

Tears rain down, so dormant
Barely dare to leave a mark
Endless darkness grips and reaches
Begging warmth from fire's spark

Silence rings fatally loud
The echo of a death is heard
There dances in the shadows now
A sullen beast, a hand with sword

Whispers grow, old voices rise
Unheard words destroy all quiet
Screeching mouths, filled with doubt
Slurs initiate a riot

The banging clanging crowd turns mob
What peace was left now gone
Destruction seekers stomp and crush
Any semblance of a god

A confrontation breaks apart
The rough and rowdy fight
Directly from the center bursts
An angry glowing light

Righteousness and justice shine
Against guilty faces hid with hand
The only thing these scoundrels hear
Is death's ultimate command

Submersion

Submerge yourself, immerse yourself.
Cut out all the noise.
Extract yourself, distract yourself.
Forget your tiny size.
Take a deep breath, breathe again.
Feel your heart beat in your chest.
Touch the ground beneath your feet.
Close your eyes and take this test.
Focus - deep down, bring it out.
Grasp it, pull it, tear it up.
What has brought you to this point?
What is there yet to come?
Look to the deep inside yourself.
Do not let you run from this.
Something's in there, something dark.
It grows beneath the surface.
What is it, this murky beast?
This thing defies attention.
It is gross and wrong and foul.
This will take more than reflection.
A war is coming, battling fear.
Prepare abundantly.
The psyche will take mighty blows.
Strikes to the ego there will ring.
Blood upon this shall be spilled.
Loss will come, intense.
There's only one thing left to do:
Let down all defense.