Calligraphy.

Passion;
A word undermining my sentiments,
As the ink flows onto paper.

This is my sanctuary,
My true embrace towards reality,
The only reliable listener.

I’ll reveal my darkest moments,
Confess my dominant emotions,
But will only be perceived as tangled words.

Etching letters onto paper,
Fury releasing emotions as pressure.
Trace your fingers over the ridges left,
And tell me what you perceive.

This is me;
Throwing my resentment towards you,
Without having you feel even one blow of it.

Pouring my heart onto lines,
Devotion releasing as symbol.
Re-read over our history,
As truthfully as it is in my heart.

This is me;
Screaming all of my emotions towards you,
Without having you hear one word of it.

Exercising my thoughts with phrases,
Wonder releases as options.
Take a look at what I question,
And understand how my mind wonders.

This is me;
Questioning my judgment towards you,
Without having you answer anything in return.

Closure;
A word identifying the outcome
As the finishing touches are placed.

This is what tames my feelings,
My rationality put back into place,
The only thing that will keep me sane.

These are my words…

Anesthetic to Open Wounds.

Laying here, sick, with a broken immune system
With a sense of self disgust in the air,
I shed these tears.

Waiting for that fixture,
That will bring it all back together.
A seamless fixture left unnoticeable.

Reality is the only prescription,
Strong enough to douse these symptoms.
Complications flourish when I’m allergic to this medicine.

The timeline has moved on,
For you to maneuver to a new location
With new research focused on finding my cure.

Treatment started a few hours ago,
But the changes are rapid, almost instant.
As much as I’d hate to admit it, you were correct.

What my body craved for,
Was not in the shape of injections,
Nor in the form of antibiotics.

The real cure,
Was opening my eyes,
And realizing I had been healthy all along.

Your dose of being seemingly positive
Rationalizing events, feeding me perspective,
Has brought me back to my senses.

You gave me a reason to care about self image.
A need to pull myself back together
Into one full functioning piece.

My labels fixed on previous prejudice
Were shattered by the life you carry.
They say originality is key in standing out in someone else’s mind.

I’ll make this promise to myself,
Which you can be accounted for;
I won’t let anyone rip me at the seams quite so simply any more.

Because when I give myself to you,
I want to present a whole heart,
Not shreds of what other’s have thrown back at me.

Tainted Thoughts or Lively Lifestyles?

Our bodies’ friction releases energy,
Only fueled by adrenaline.
Thick heat surrounding us dampens our skin with sweat.
Shallow breathing,
Both on your part and mine.

We move to the same beating pulse,
Dancers to the same rhythm.
We’re so coordinated, our aura fuses together.
Our muscles scream for a break,
But we keep thrusting at our limits.

Once the moment has passed,
We’ll retreat to our own reactions
I’m left dizzy, still caught up in contemplating what happened
You’re left proud,
A sensation of a job well done remains in your memories

You smile,
A metaphoric form of gratitude for fueling your drive
I smile,






For you have just played one hell of a concert…

Ambiguous Abomination.

Tap the glass,
Play with its flexibility.
See how durable it is.

Fingerprints burnt into its surface,
Little force was needed.
But the damage will be permanent.

Clean it vigorously,
Polish it gently,
No matter what force is put in,
Everything done to help will just cause damage in the end.

Slap the glass,
Test its physique.
See how long it'll last.

Handprints are obviously visible,
Exert a little more pressure this time.
But not enough for guilt to enter.

Tidying it is useless,
Perfection is no longer reachable,
There’s no point in fixing it.
So just scratch it up until the flaws are evenly matched.

Hit the glass,
Compete its withholding.
See how beautifully it shatters.

Hands bloodied from fighting,
Countless strength thrown onto it.
Damage at its highest potential.

Scramble the pieces,
Count the remains,
There’s no turning back now.
Hide the evidence deeply and far away.

So you won't see reflecting back
That the person causing so much damage,

Is you…