Senses

I feel good listening to you,

Your voice ringing in my ears.

Your dark blue soul stealing

The worry from my eyes.

I feel good watching you

As you navigate the stars

Like you were born that way,

And I'm sure that you were.

I feel good touching you,

Though our skin's never met.

You'd think it impossible,

But you make it realistic.

Fast Forward

Look at what's right in front of you.

Maybe it's a tv, a computer, a poem.

Is it an intimidating sight for you?

Does it make you shudder in fear?

Look at what's right behind you.

It might have been a nap, a meal.

Have you been worried to tears by it?

Does it bring you back to a terrible time?

Look at what is ahead of you.

Beyond the horizons of today or tomorrow.

Look towards an unsure future, one where

You might not grow up to be an astronaut,

Or a doctor,

Or a lawyer,

Or a mother like you planned as a kid.

You might never meet your Prince

And you might have to let him go.

You might have to let your dream go

Because of what you thought was right.

Does that scare you?

I Feel

I feel dangerous.
It's an emotion that usually passes by me,
avoiding, veering through other available paths.
I avoid all confrontation and adventure.

I feel suppressed.
By everyone and everything that surrounds me.
You've pinned me down during Left For Dead 2,
and you've left me for dead, too.

I feel anxious.

I'm not what you want me to be anymore,

letting you down was never my intention.

What am I supposed to do to make you proud?

I feel paralyzed.

You know my circumstances, hopes and dreams.

It is pointless to attempt to dissuade me now.

Don't stand in my way, I'll walk right through you.

I feel confident.
A little too confident, I guess you could say.

Too confident because all I get is the letdown.

I thought I deserved better than this.

I feel grown.

Not quite the person who woke up yesterday.

Because after all that has happened to me

I will change to make this better because I'm tired.

I feel exhausted.

Exhausted of your words, your lies, your hate.

Your disappointment, my disappointment, my faults.

I'm just tired of not doing anything about it.

I feel...different.

Second Villanelle

Everyday I wake up wondering.
When does my life begin its course?
A summer fling without a ring.

My face reveals a panoptic cringe.
My attempts out of bed are simply forced.
Everyday I wake up wondering.

The hangover follows a never-ending binge.
A present vibe of absent remorse.
A summer fling without a ring.

Insert this looming syringe.
My vocals seem so tense and hoarse.
Everyday I wake up wondering.

My muscles have begun to sing
A tune so violent, a teasing source.
Everyday I wake up wondering,
A summer fling without a ring.

Untitled

I've never felt so close.
It's been a while for me.
I'll stray from all their no's.

I've suffered many blows.
Your love comes with a fee.
I've never felt so close.

An arrow shot from their bows,
A scream, a cry, a plea.
I'll stray from all their no's.

We'll quickly strike a pose,
We'll whisper and agree.
I've never felt so close.

Now we are exposed.
A hole for all to see.
I'll stray from all their no's.

Be careful not to doze
For the night is carefree.
I've never felt so close.
I'll stray from all their no's.

Welcome Back, Stranger

Cancer does a lot to someone’s appearance.
Everyone can see the new wrinkles you wear,
The hint of sparkle in your eyes you once had,
That is lost, lost with your identity.

I can’t help but realize how it wore you down.
Now you don’t have the motivation anymore.
It’s harder to get out of this bed nowadays.
What is your motivation, anyways?

But you don’t realize the truth of this lacking.
Your lack of strength is just a renewal of hope.
It’s the reason I can still get up every morning,
Even when I know things can fall apart.

It’s a light, guiding those without that hope
To find a reason for the pain you went through,
A victim to avenge, a suspect to get revenge.
All in the efforts of your losses.

Sure, it’s at your expense, but look at it now.
Look at how many people you have changed.
Look at me, and how I’m still holding on.
Hold on, because we’ll hold on with you.

Point One Finger, Get Three Pointing Back

Wake up.
Wake up in my bed.
Look down and see not what you know.
But what you’ll see is me.

Get up.
Get up out of bed.
Look around and see my room.
What has happened to you?

Walk out.
Walk out and live.
Live my life and see what I have to do.
See what it’s truly like from inside.

Open up.
Open up your eyes.
Find that not everything is what it seems.
That my challenges are true.

Come back.
Come back to yourself.
What have you learned from being me?
Has your perspective changed?

It will.
It will change us all.
Just understand what daily pain I endure.
Stop pointing fingers.

Especially when the person you’re pointing at,
Could be the person you needed all along.