I Fall
I thought I knew myself,
But,
Each day,
I find something new,
Each day,
Is different,
I struggle,
I fight,
Trying to overcome,
But,
Still,
I fall,
Sinking,
A dark ocean,
Waiting,
Me,
Swallowed,
My heart,
Held out,
Torn apart,
Yet,
I try to reach,
But,
I'm gone,
Struggling,
Under pressure,
Like Atlas,
Holding the world,
My world,
My shoulders,
When will it end?
Reality
Fear is a map
Follow the signs
How it invokes itself
Ages away
Secret uncovered
As you find it in yourself
Jealousy is a drug
As lilies to a cat
A tourniquet to suppression
Your cocaine
Your patch
For in it your destruction
Happiness is a dandelion
Soil parts its mouth for life
Until it knows its truth, Rather
The weed
Its fluff takes flight
In hopes to catch another
Childhood
Does youth in the soul die with age?
Shall we all fall into adulthood’s trap
Forever altered
Imagination shriveled within
Make the world a stage to act our lives upon?
Will childhood disintegrate beyond teen years?
Shall we remember such times with distance
Everything evaporated
The choices made
Left to live in adulthood’s consequences?
Is adulthood to be an obligation?
Must we blossom if we wish to stay a bud
Untouched by poison
Unpollinated by contact
Are we destined to bloom, shrivel, decay?
Must lines sink beneath children’s eyes?
Must innocence meet its untimely end
Buried with imagination
Remains mourned by the soul
Until we meet immortality or oblivion?
Perhaps, childhood never dies
It lives inside us over a smoldering flicker
We must simply seek it out
Hear the voice within it
And let it shine over our softened hearts
Original Prose: https://theprose.com/TBHughes
I Don’t Always Close My Eyes
I don’t always close my eyes when I kiss you
Sometimes I keep them open
Stare at the poster of Guernica behind your bed
Wonder what that dead soldier means
I always let you fall asleep first
Well
My arm falls asleep first
Then you fall asleep
And I shift to the opposite side of the bed
I’m afraid that if I hold you
You’ll feel what I feel whenever I close my eyes
I also get hot easily
I worry that depression might be contagious
Love isn’t a vaccination against it
At best, love is a mosquito net
With a few rips in it
So I build walls around myself
And hope that the germ theory applies to depression
That keeping myself at a distance
Will keep you healthy
Happy
I know what that dead soldier means now
I wrote a paper on it
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To the Sucker
To the "sucker" with failed memories
shut in one locket
To the "crazy" with brain damage
Stuffed in their pocket
To the "crybaby" with depression
trapped under their skin
To the "fatty" with obesity
inherited from their kin
To the "snob" with a broken family
not spoken of, never said
To the "slut" with trust issues
stuck in their head
To the "weirdo" with anxious tendencies
replayed everyday
To the "pretty girl" with an illness
concerning how much they weigh
To the "goody-goody" with OCD
hidden in their blood
To the "loner" with social anxiety
invisible to everyone
To the "troublemaker" with deficiencies
stored in their brain
To the "quiet" with loud voices
causing them pain
To the "attention-seeker" with homophobes
waiting for them at home
To everyone who is "different."
I love you more than you know.
Never Stop Talking
We're passionate
About the causes
But we often disagree
We stand on opposing lines
Holding our signs
We do it because we are free
Let's be apart
On the issues
If that we really must
But never stop talking
While away we're walking
In each other we should trust
We can try to
Find an answer
If only that we will
In joy and sorrow
We look for tomorrow
And not let silence kill
Broken
It’s always been
my earnest opinion
that people don’t change.
But sometimes
you see someone,
And they’re just
Different.
Your son comes
home from war,
and he’s different.
Your mother walks out
of the funeral home,
and she’s different.
Not how they used to be.
They didn’t change.
I already told you.
People don’t change.
the poor bastards
didn’t change.
They broke.
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