In the guarded cell,

They sit and wait for judgement.

Even though they know

The result their impulse brings:

Death to the demented mind.

Still, they regret not

Falling prey to their angry,

Non-extant conscious

“Revolution for the people:

Death to the demented mind."

And so, as leader

Of the bloody rebellion,

"Kill them all!" they screamed.

"Vengeance for the tortured, dead.

Death to the demented mind!

The ones who deceived,

Betrayed us, enslaved, killed us;

Letʼs get rid of all

Those who share their morals, traitors

DEATH TO THE DEMENTED MIND”

But without realising,

They became what they so hated

A killer, tyrant, monster

And before long, they were stopped

They were the demented mind.

Five fingers is a dreamy wave to an old friend in the distance.

Five fingers is petting your puppy as she falls asleep in your lap.

Five fingers is curling them around your mother's.

Five fingers is a high five with mate.

Five fingers is carrying your best friend’s suitcase when she finally saves enough money to visit you. 

Five fingers is waking up your little brother every morning.

Five fingers is accepting that award...no matter how insignificant.

Five fingers is shaking a strangers hand.

Five fingers is writing that final note...and five fingers is tearing it up.

Five fingers is gripping them around the knob and opening that door and reaching out…

With each of my five fingers, everything could have been gone.

Your voice is the most important instrument you’ve been given, and no matter how small or shaky or hoarse it feels, it is there so you can use it. 

For yourself. 

For others like you. 

We all need help sometimes; there is no reason to be ashamed of what you’re feeling. 

You don’t have to fight this alone. 

Set yourself free.

To be rude to the man who cut in line

Who stands two feet in front of me

With an arrogant smile

Quite satisfied that he will get there

One minute before me

To be angry at the ignorance

Of the masses who don't know better

Who are willing to nominate a tyrant

Because they are being targeted

By those promising everything

But secretly know nothing

To be devastated by the violence

That is on our tv's

And is created by our dollars

At the movies and the taxes

That we pay

I choose not to be

Not to be the one 

Perpetrating such ugliness

To fan the flames of retribution

And pour gasoline on those 

So rotten from hate

For being rotten on the inside 

Is its own punishment

Even if they won't 

Consciously admit it 

Wrath decays your heart

And late at night

They have to listen

To the voice that whispers

That their selfish motives

Will be the downfall of mankind

So, I choose not to be 

Not to be anything like them

Otherwise I can't

Look my child in the eyes and know

The world I am creating for him

This body

this fortress

It is not for you

to tear down

It will not crumble

in your presence

It will not fall to silt

and cease to exist

unremembered

It will not succumb

to your neglect

It will not tremor

while subjected

to your stares

It will persevere

as other around it

wither and cave in

It will not falter

even as it implodes

even as it rots

from within

There are no words that can explain this intense feeling of pain. There is no air, there is no sound , there is no peace without you around . You were the one, always there and losing you just is not fair! Now you are gone, no way to talk to you or see your smiling face. To let me know there is a way and everything will be okay. I miss your embrace , the scent of your hair, the way by the look in your eyes, I knew you cared. Every year your memory remains, remembering that day just like it was yesterday. Even though I feel you all around me, it's not the same. It doesn't keep me from going insane! Because I know it's impossible for you to be seen, and that's one thing that makes my heart bleed! I miss you so much it hurts, like my heart will just burst. I miss having you to comfort me when times are tough, bc sometimes being strong on my own isn't enough. That day I lost you, I'll never forget. Every plan was ready and set. But across that news, I never expected to stumble. So I began to listen, and then I felt my soul crumble.

My heart is stripped naked

etched with acid

like a balloon in flight

floating away

from sliced anguish.

In the black sky, I find

shattered pieces

of my heart

burrowing into

crumpled clouds,

leaking from

tunneled pain.

Burnt tulip words,

walking on broken

sidewalks, forever scar

my soul, as I

tuck your absence

inside my sleeve,

choked by memories.

Lacerated pain

in my crumbled pith

causes an aching silence

worse than the

shatter of my heart.

I sorrowfully

pick up the pieces

of my heart,

poke them back

into my throbbing chest

and begin rebuilding

my battered soul.

Where do you go

To escape from yourself? 

When your hands are too tight

On your own throat 

And your whole body aches 

With a yearning for your own 

Blood?