Instrument of Imagination
One day it took over
My pen, by itself
Mutated bees
the size of books on a shelf
Organized, intelligent
Colonizing the paper
They've a calm demeanor
I couldn't feel safer
They're creating societies
with high-rises and slums
They're creating technology
I start to feel numb
No authority figure ruling
No queen to direct
A message to me
they start to erect
They communicate to me
want me as their voice
They recognize they're evolving
but its not by their choice
They've suffered attacks
which caused this mutation
They need humans to stop
and rectify the situation
They wish to live in peace
and plants be left alone
Let them do the work
stop poisoning their homes
The conversation ends there
as I run of out of ink
I sit awe-inspired
While I ponder and think
Weak
So tired
Too weak
Again I set down the pills
Tears streaming down my cheeks
I close my eyes
Enjoy a moment of bliss
A moment
Where I find reason to live
A moment
When I can see that I should not die
A moment
That stops me
From taking my own life
But then
Itʼs gone
Ruined by me
From opening my eyes
Iʼm back to reality
Back to wanting to die
Iʼm back to the pain
Back to everything being the same
Back to being too weak
To put myself to sleep
Because no matter how hard I try
I cannot forget what it is like
To want to be
Alive
Chasing Memories
Treasure my love in the folds of your pocket,
imbibe tranquil memories of feet hitting sand,
float on breathless wind currents as you’re left
with faded reflections and frayed, ripped jeans.
Look for me in passing faces but you won’t find
the missing puzzle piece to TOGETHER AGAIN.
Your longing reveries will lay stake to your heart
in sunlight beaming through windows of our past.
Seagulls cry as you lift our oceans to your soul,
prisms of your eyes mourn empty twisted sheets,
wrapping you snugly in remembered cozy words,
our rich varnished wood of existence once near,
a lingering scent as we walk into spiraled darkness,
a non-existence that hovers within broken pieces.
It won’t matter because I’ll be gone and you’ll be left
CHASING MEMORIES OF WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN.
Came the Sun
What is the best song?
The type that makes you shake your fists?
The type that recalls the one you miss?
The type that makes you dance all night?
The type that gives you a little fright?
To me, it's not quite any of those.
It's a song that talks about open hearts.
It's a song that says love's not too hard.
It's a song that says the world's not static.
It's a song that reminds us to search for magic,
Even at the bus stop.