By any chance, can you see me?

I can see you clearly, simple and free.

If I didn't see you, I would lose my mind.

Walk around looking like I was half blind.

So yes, I see you clearly, and I love what you do.

If it wasn't for you covering my eyes, believe me I wouldn't have a clue.

Dutiful

And that‘s the Danger

of a soldier of the Dirt

Determined and

Dead-set to follow

any Doctrine

Despite the master.

Overjoyed

with the Owner’s presence

Overflowing like a

cup in an Ocean

a reward for Obedience

of the Outcast

taken with Open arms.

Golden

a Golden heart

whose Gates open

to the Glorious

to the Gaudy

whether Gallant or Gross-

Their hearts do not care

For that’s a Dog.

I bitch

I complain

I struggle to overcome

They make me who I am

Without them?

I am not me

Problems....

Genetics

Procrastination

Housework (who likes that?)

Trauma? More of if than anyone should have to survive.

Money... not worth it

I call myself efficiently lazy.

I call myself a survivor

Without my problems I am not me

So I cannot imagine a life without them.

Dull

Flat

Monochromatic

Thorns are my rainbow

Empty would be my life

without the challenges

of daily problems

to overcome

I am looked at and observed,

In a tiny cage,

I am perched upon a,

Fake,

Wood branch.

My wings clipped so I can't,

Fly away,

I try,

And try,

And try,

And fall every time.

The things that should take me away

Are not able to.

So I stay perched upon a,

Fake,

Wood branch.

Enthusiasm and power

That is the symbol of the cardinal

But not at this hour.

At this hour let it be,

The Cardinal is a messenger from heaven I have seen

Then I will know where I will be.

When the angel I miss most comes to me

The Cardinal had come when I was stuck

And it has given me a bit of luck

As the world changes and minutes turn to hours,

The Cardinal will grant me enthusiasm and power

We all try to cope

Some "healthier" than others

But in the end, we are all just trying to survive

Some smoke, drink, cut themselves, and stay in toxic relationships they know they can't fix

Some starve while others gorge

We are all just trying to survive as long as possible

Because in the end, it's meaningless

We all die no matter how hard we fight to survive

This is one reality of our collective mortality

I'm sorry that I upset you

I promise I didn't mean to

I just feel good and I don't want that to go

When the mania comes it feels like flying

My feet don’t touch the ground as my thoughts race fast as I’m out the door

Looking at the beautiful world there is to explore but it will all come crashing down

The depression hits and the tears flow like pouring rain from the dark clouds that are my sunken eyes as I sit and try to remember how it felt to fly.

My thoughts run rampant like an overheated engine. The steady stream of water cleanses the dirt from my skin and my soul. I step out further, feeling anew, my troubles swirling down the sewage drain.

I've always thought a heavy downpour was Earth's attempt to rid itself of evil.

However, the rain could never manage to wash away the purple, there wasn't time. It would soon be replaced by a shade deeper than the first.

I've always despised purple, so today, I exchanged it for my favorite, red.

The crimson that stains my hands, is becoming, but its origin mars its beauty.

Pity, that.

I stand in the delicious rain, drenching my body, purifying my spirit, my sin slowly dripping off my fingers.

I smile at the piercing sound of the wailing siren, a warning of my impending imprisonment.

I just bought myself my freedom. All else is a small price I'd pay again and again. Gladly.

My name is Alex, and I love to write.

But lately, it's all been boring.

Should I switch the scene from day to night?

Change the windows or the flooring?

Perhaps I need some sudden deaths,

Yes, that will do the trick!

When characters take their last breaths,

The reader is shocked real quick.

Katie and Sarah should be in a car crash.

Matthew will drown in a swim.

Pierre's set on fire and burned straight to ash,

No firefighter could save him.

Melissa should fall off a three-story roof,

With Simon caught below it.

This recipe is completely foolproof,

I'll get awards before I know it!

Autobiographies aren't very frequent,

But I'll get some money for the time I've spent.