mind matter......

I am operation

you can’t fix a broken thing

you can’t save a mermaid

I am not afraid of

drowning in my own ocean

you can’t unload the gun

if I am the bullet

I am a Victim by circumstances

Survior by choice

I am the embryo

still growing

outside my enviroment

I was placed in

you can’t abort

a living proof

I am a hyponthesis

you can’t answer an If

I am the haunting

that willows in the wind

do you know trees whistles ?

I am not bothered from the cold

my veins are iced

I am the hands that steady a keyboard

you can’t play a melody ,

that already knows the tune

I am alcohol

you can’t rub a wound that can’t heal

I am the iris’s of the devil

even god’s bleed

when burned by hell

you can’t banish me to hell ,

when I am born to withsand the heat

I am the seasons

you can’t spring me into winter ,

hoping fall into summer

I am the reaper

you can’t kill a dead thing

I am staravation

you can’t make me taste hunger ,

when theese lips only know the scent of blood

I am a child

you can’t steal my innocence ,

when I was born with my eyes wides opened

I am the peach that eve ate

you can’t devor sin unless it is a desire

I am the virgin hands dipped in holy water

you can’t wash away

the blessings of the mary

I am the walls of a church

you can’t bleach stains

that could never heal

I am the equation

you can’t solve

I am a nightmare

you can’t kill a dream ,

if you don’t have them

I am the past

you can’t time travel

I am liar

you can’t tell a lie

I am the anger

you can’t seem

to swallow

I am the quiet

you can’t hear the shadows

I am the stairway to heaven

you can’t reach heaven if u havent walked through hell

I am purgatory

you can’t be safe in fate

I am harriet tubman

you can’t free a slave

I am freedom

you can’t color it red white blue

I am a soilder

you can’t arm

I am a prayer

you can’t pray when no seems

to answer back

I am just

you can’t finish an almost

I am hurt

you can’t make me

bleed

I am human

you can’t be feel

I am a christian

you can’t make me serve

christ

I am swear word

you can’t fill my mouth with soap FUCK

I am the sweetness of jam

you can’t turn me bitter

I am the underground railroad

you can’t find a northstar when the sky is dark

I am a bag of metaphors

you can’t feed me poetry

I am a voicemail

you can’t seem to reach

I am a spirt

you can’t lay a soul to rest

place the pen on the paper and let the ink trickle down the page

see painted a picture to distract you from the meaning

sometimes you have to fall into wonderland

cause even the cheshire cats makes sense , when frowns become upside down smiles