Runaway

The wind is trying to blow me far, far away
It tells me that I should not stay

I will only get hurt that way
Yes, the wind wants me gone today

So I shall never have to witness the me that you will betray
My words come out in whispers, but what can I say

The fear inside my heart will forever stay while the wind will always blow me away

Me

I’m the disease you run from
The plague that infiltrates your system

The bump in the road you swerve to avoid
That need inside you, you want destroyed

The game you never wanted to play
The puzzle pieces that you had to throw away

I’m the quiet child in the corner
That no one sees
Huddled away with crushed hope and dreams

When you look into my eyes
It’s your face you see
And that’s why you hate me

A Children’s Story for Adults: Bob the Good Consumer

Bob was watching TV and decided he had to find something to buy.
He shops, shops, shops and spends, spends, spends and he doesn’t know why.

Gadgets, Gidgets and thing-a-ma-jigs.
Til he has so much stuff he wishes it weren’t his.

So out to the garbage, toss ‘em away.
And into the landfills, where they will stay.

Leaking chemicals and poisons into the Earth.
All because Bob doesn’t know what clean air and water are worth.

So Bob can buy more radios, TVs, and thongs.
Made by poor kids in China, Thailand and Taiwan.

Who slave to make pennies a day.
While Bob keeps buying and throwing away.

Do get to the store Bob, right away, in due haste.
Cause the more you can buy, the more you can waste.

The Letter H

Dearest H,

I have often found myself attracted to your glamorous escape. I have long considered an affair and as amazing as you’d make me feel, I know I could never do it. I couldn’t become another casualty of your kind of love. It would be a rather romantic notion to find myself in the same position of the excellent company you have kept. To be seen like the others, another talented and gifted person with so much potential. Only to be hindered by your overwhelming presence. How foolish I’d be to commit myself to your inevitably painfully slow suicide. For the beauty you promise comes with a hefty price. It would be the cost of my mind, my body, my soul and my life. That is simply too much for a mere few moments of satisfaction and pleasure.

Yet, I lust for just a taste of you, knowing just a taste would never be enough. Just as you grant me salvation, you’d tear it away and lunge me into the pits of Hell. Your light only lasts momentarily before fading to immeasurable darkness. I’d be in your strong grasp, trapped and paralyzed by your power. Yes, it would be too easy to get sucked up into your syringe life, too easy to fall into your liquid paradise. But I know ultimately your paradise, would become a nightmare of destruction and sickness. And while the path of the tortured beautiful soul would be fitting and a title I’d wear well, I can’t let myself put it on.

You have long tempted me and the remnants of your seduction will always linger. I pray that I will always be this strong against your alluring charm. The memory of those who came before and fell prey to your perfect escape must always continue to deter me. The sadness and suffering must always remind me to avoid your magnetism. Your love is a death sentence and I will not allow my blood to be on your hands.

~Anonymous~

Dissonance

Child like, he stares out the window. He had been in love once. At least, he believed it was love. In all that he had ever known of love and what it was supposed to be. The thoughts lingered on. Maybe it wasn’t love; maybe he just loved the idea of her. This precious girl: fair skinned and light eyed. Or, maybe it was the memory of her and what once was, that he was in love with. The darkness brought these inner conflicts and sleepless nights. He was happy, maybe. At least that’s how he remembers it or wants to. He wasn’t so alone then. He had allowed himself to feel, to love, and to connect. Things were so simple then. Carelessness could be overlooked, flaws erased and pain forgotten.

In the bottom of a bottle I sit. The warmth fills me as cells shrivel and disappear. Thoughts fade. Rationale and logic sever from me, like the loss of a limb. Into nothingness I return. As I try to drown the feelings that arise within me. Further and further I sink, holding my breath along the way. The lack of oxygen burns my lungs and I am greeted by glaring white. I see nothing. I feel nothing, until the next day. For then I awake and reality breaks me and the cycle starts again. Loneliness is a bitter taste that one must rinse from their mouth.

Returning to past follies, happiness regained. If only, he could go back. Back to when he was happy. When he was loved and could love. Fear ruined everything then, as it does now and will continue to do. Pushing away the close and reaching for the far away, has always been easier. Knowing that he pushed the one he loved into someone else’s arms and lost her forever, torments his soul.