Sensibility

Why...
these words, ugly,
Ever haunting the homes of the once known?
Consuming lost meaning,
defining lives, all our own.

I say,
everything is nothing;
& in a dream,
I found 8 impossible things
before breakfast,
& fed them to my cat
who said "quite honestly,
nothing is ours."

So we left,
through an open window.
Because you said so, sensibly.

Jupiter's Eyes

Why must my busy mind meld my life so?
Be it such a curse,
to grow an opinion
on the wildest daydream
I had ever imagined?
Be it insane
to then, write a book
on the physically studied world
which I had began?

Maybe
when my spirit rebirths
through the eye of my inner being,
I will be a moth;
Free
as the energy
that I am.

The Free World's Sweet Lies

Cold. I am broken pieces of you.

Solidity never modified to feel

anything more than that which is.

I long to be what is not.

So tender and chilled, my hearts beat.

I have waited forever for the practicality 

of nothing.

The reality that I am so much less

than what I had imagined,

than what is real.

I strangle each confession, believing it.

Tasting the succulents I am told are sweet.

Biting into them to find molded over

remnants of what may once have been

so very saccharine.

Oh, I wish to be

all I may be;

Every, that you are not of.

& let the seedlings sprout inside my spirit;

To grow something more wondrous than I.

Harvesting it for you, 

so you may feed, 

lapping the sugar

I have told you is sweet.

Society's Taunting

Lost inside these tall buildings,
wept with despair;
"Oh, you poor soul."
Nowhere to turn, no place to go.

They are laughing, laughing at the insecurity.
With their big mouths and evil eyes
making that poor soul cry.

Cry until tears become words no one reads.

Until the body fades beneath the dirty paths,
Sinking.

Until, one day when none of it will matter.

When the tears have been claimed by Earth,
as well as the body that spilled them.

And all that is left is the laughter,

and the filthy mouths that made a poor soul cry.