Life is too possible

"Someone's deciding whether or not to steal. He opens a window just to feel the chill. He hears that outside a small boy just started to cry, 'cause it's his turn but his brother won't let him try."

Written May 28th, 2010


Season the fire with this fuel, its interactions far too cruel for the season's change. And here I see that it wasn't just me, through violent winds swirl the thoughts in my mind, no other sense am I to find. The rain falls and floods inside my brain, music notes once soothed my pain but now they have drowned as well. The water flows out through my ears - I am deaf to beauty. I am blind to inspiration. The sun refuses to smile and a like-minded pathetic fallacy follows in suit. Soldiers of the army march and recruit but I can't seem to self-include. Indulgent was the weather and ever intruded and diminished my thoughts, its only future fought whatever I was to think, and my boat starts to sink.
What did I do to the weather? It puts faults and screams at me. Mistakes I made but couldn't see, thoughts from an exploding door freed...this isn't how it's supposed to be. An oddly lit night's sky falsely predicts the storm that hits. Saw it from nowhere, it hid in space where I couldn't truly see its face. A tad like me, though I didn't sit and collectively reside until the anger hit. How do I smile at a broken chest? The lock doesn't open but creates a mess.
It lies and bore freedom but secretly conspired for whatever its heart desired. Don't make me cry, you're crying tears from the door I absolutely feared. Don't make me cry, you lied when you said we were okay and then ruined this day -
A sunny day. A smile on my face.
A complete disgrace. Put her in her place.
The clouds leave but tell not if they will return or leave me be. But as the storm withers and descends, I smile and ask, please, don't make me cry...again.

xoxo