Weak StreakI discovered it whenI least expected it.I am protected,I've always been.I took a chanceOn breaking this streakOf mine, called "weak".Chicken here,Lacking gusto,But I must goGet rid of my fear.
Eyes of MineIt hovers over the surface, scanning for an imperfection.It comes up empty, but doesn't stop searching.If my pupils were lasers, your neck would be slit,But at least you would know it was me.If my iris were replaceable, your neck would be collared;If my lashes thinker, you'd be tied to me forever.If my mouth were not drowning, I'd say you were mine.It bores into your skin, burning, stabbing, clawing.It doesn't hurt you or even touch you, so I quit.If my eyes stopped seeing, your neck would be black,But I know it would still be there - just not for me.If my iris were irreplaceable, you'd be free from my grasp;If my lashes weren't thick, you would never be bound.And since my mouth is still drowning, you may never be mine.
PhotosynthesisSearching for light in a forest of tall treesKeeping night for the small plants,That are stuck on the bottom;But determined are they that find a wayTo climb up the side with their vines.Reaching the top, the sunlight is a shockTo their system, making hot frictionFrom light on its skin, as water floods inAt the roots, and breathes in from its leavesThe exhales of man and the food for a plant.It recycles a breath for the best use of another,That's O2 for short, and starches and sugar.Glucose is release to finish the processOf a plant being fed by the sun, oxygen and water.
UntitledA mystery to me, my mind is uneasilyHiding from things that could seeIt's meaning, or...thoughts?I know that I think or...I think that I know,That my brain isn't dead because my headIsn't broken, just a home for this...space?So I hope that I'm real, after all,To feel would be nice for a change now thatEverything has meaning and I'm just...here?These words in my mouth are so foreign,And now I'm thinking of somethingsThat could sound like...myself?Though it's strange to believe that IHave a default mode that no one else has,So I can still just be...me?Even though it's a long shot,I know it's all I've got to hope for, for nowAs long as I'm still...undecided?
Deeper Than EternityBlood red bleeds behind meIn a bouquet of scarlet bumble bees,Buzzing in unison, matching the stepsAnd repeating the tapsOf my unsteady feet on concrete.I'm trudging, knee-deep,Fleeing from your memoriesThat infect my head with a diseaseYou've made from my apologies.Why can't "please" be the cure?All of life's yesterdaysKeep me a slave to your ways,Reminding this repentant soulOf a regret she's held...so,Since I'm strong enough, I took the blow.And now that I'm bruised,Black from your bitesThis giraffe will back out,Because though I stood tallFar greater was the fall you let me take...When I fell deeper than eternity.