A single soul cries out in my empty sky

as my ocean eyes search with frantic wind.

I step back and see my reflection of the past -

tidal waves froth, unleashing bellows of my mind

I reveal my true self as I stand strong and silent

Striving to grow in my own direction as

I arrange guiding stars in an array of light.

Damp moisture recedes from my cells

forms a little waterfall in my dimpled hands.

Captured whispers feed my addiction for growth.

Flames lick my essence as I trust my inner voice

to travel with heightened reality, not illusion.

I thrive in my reach for the highest skies,

opening myself up to tomorrow’s reach of

                      Possibilities.

Sadness makes us feel, life is unfair. So we try to mask it with that smile and trick the world in believing that we are happy. But the irony is, when we see someone else happy around, we envy it, not even realising that the other person could be faking it, just like you.

~UnfortunatePoet 

Oh my love, we have sinned

We play a game no soul can win

Say those words, they mean nothing now

I've let you further in than I should allow

Love and loss, it's more than I can take

Be mine for the night, even if it's fake

Walk a mile in shoes

In my faded blue converse

Show me where they take you

When the world has forgotten us

Walk a mile in my worn out soles

Passing through happiness and fear

Linger a while in the good times

Sprint through the tears

A time machine on my front porch

Where my shoes leave their print

You'll make my mark wherever you wander

A size six and a half indent

Standing tall on barren earth

I trace my silhouette in midnight mist

holding the breeze in cupped hands

smell the ozone scent of thunderstorms

and embrace the thunder’s threatening roar.

Flashes of lightning decimate the clouds, but

I fly with strength in the face of life’s gales.

My spirit, finally free, shall rise and laugh

at the futility of torrents with haunting breath.

I embrace midnight’s nocturnal rooms,

untouched by raging monsoons flailing.

I feel the chill with brittle breath haunting

but live deep inside myself with strength,

lined with warmth, emerging into light,

fighting my battle against the tempests.

Bare spot where you once stood in anger

replaced by bed of roses climbing freely

on fertile ground where only brave can stand.

Ravaged and burned to ashes, heart regenerates.

But I do not scamper to replace you, taking pleasure

in courage and power I have achieved without you.

Musky scent of madness permeated her soul

I felt coiled and ready to strike

yearning to dance on her wild side

mirrors reflecting broken cracks of insanity

her delusions dragged feet into my rooms

leaving chemistry’s residue footprints

I trod into her bones and extracted lunacy

lost in her darkness on frenzy’s edge.

Those tablets filled with sanity,

The chemicals that make me me,

Through chance, neglect, or thievery,

Are gone. And as for the pharmacy, 

They are closed up, or too far away.

And so for day after day after day,

I lose control of what I think and say,

And self-harm becomes the normal way

To deal

With what I feel:

The pain is very real

As real as anything can be

I lose control of my body and me,

Hallucinations are all I see. 

And then I stumble to a knife,

Sobbing, wailing, done with life.

And to make it worse, as I die on the floor, 

I see the bottles I dropped weeks before. 

Too little too late: I'm out of pills. 

Gone away

But not for long

My life moves in

Resounding circles

Sinking into the

Dead of winter

Blossoming into the

Fruitfulness of spring

Don't miss me in my

Absence

I'm present within

Every fallen leaf

And gentle snowflake

The rays of the sun

Know my name

Don't miss me in my

Absence

I've gone away

But I'm back for more.

I have a name, that's for sure...

but who is I that has this name?

I look at you and paint a story,

but who is I that paints your story?

Without you I have no answer,

knowing I as your creator.

So if I look deep and do my best,

my best would say that I am you.