A New Way

It's not the lies that ruin me.

It was the unspoken truths,

The missed opportunities,

The lack of me, inside of me.

The distant life I once lived,

Sits on a island that seems unreachable now.

I try to yell at those who inhabit it.

But they cannot hear me.

My cries have been drowned out by all the bullshit in between.

The misspoken lines and the indefinite ending

All point to one truth.

This entity,

Is not me,

This is not my life.

This is not who I am.

And there is no way to get me back.

I've strayed too far.

So I must think;

Think of a new way.

He Forgot

Binding is where it begins.

A simple gesture of good faith and a locking of eyes that has a lifetime of words to say.

It started on a beach,

The place where all of his time was spent, wouldn't want to be anywhere else.

It took him to beach street.

Some place far away from that beach he once knew.

When you took a left you saw a hill,

that turned to a never ending maze that he would navigate everyday.

A novel filled with memories,

But he hasn't  read that book in such a long time

When he looks at it, it doesn't seem much like his story anymore.

Then tragedy struck that beach street.

The glass was thrown, the couches flipped,

And two small children sat in the corner,

In their room farthest from the shouts as they could manage.

The screams would hold them there for the rest of their lives.

When asked to grow up,

One would say, that's a little redundant, don't you think?

While the other said, why should I waste my time?

This is where their paths divided.

No longer the friends that they once were.

When someone asked what they thought of the other,

They would both say, why would you want to know about him?

Now only once in a while will you here about the other.

This is where the short chubby boy with short brown hair and a head full of problems looses what he wanted in life.

He wanted security,

But was only ever brought disparity.

Everyone noticed the change but him.

His mother tried to hide him from the rest of this hurt,

But what she didn't know is that it was far from possible to achieve.

That boy short chubby boy would get taller, maybe even a little skinnier,

But confidence would never truly grow.

Scared of a world he never stepped into.

He spends his time secluded from those closest to him.

Too afraid to them what is really like.

One day,

He met a girl,

Someone interested to know who he is.

That now taller and skinnier boy wants to show her who he is,

But that life spent hiding from  has made it hard on him.

He doesn't know how to explain or show it,

Because he no longer can see it in himself either.

He scared sitting in the corner of the room far away from anyone and anything looking for him.

He wants to open up;

He just doesn't know how.

I don't have a name for this one yet-

I find these truths to be self evident.
This is a broken resident.
It doesn't take much to see,
This corrupt discrepancy.

When a majority find a group to be corrupt,
How does the minority decide their actions themselves?
How do they decide whether they are guilty or not?
This minority is crimsoned with the blood of the majority.

They wash their hands as if it was just paint.
The blood is never truly gone.
It becomes a sign of what they have accomplished to some.
To others, it is a sign of disdain.

These transgressions can no longer be overlooked.
The veils must be lifted from these fabrications.
Soon there will not be a strong enough majority to make stand.
The minority already have the upper hand.

Civilians

Dear Civilians,
Look around you,
Be careful of these surroundings.
The have a habit of misleading most.
While blinding some,
It leaves others to boast.

Dear Civilians,
Listen to the music around you,
The voices competing with themselves,
The wicked being much quieter than you thought.
Be careful of which you take in.
Some voices are true an some are bought.

Dear Civilians,
Breathe in this cold arid air.
Notice how each breath changes you.
This air is pollutes your mind,
Makes you listen to the wrong voices.
You willingly become blind.

Dear Civilians,
You must understand what is happening around you.
It is a pollution that cannot easily be fixed.
It has digressed to some of the most advanced stages,
Like a disease,
It's malignant and will not die out just continue to hold you in cages.

The Messenger

We destroyed this life with tears.

This world has lost its meaning with years.

We have been locked up in these cages.

An idea of what we should do through the ages.

A misconceived creation of perfect

Obtained through gross neglect.

A vision,

Fogged by man's hand.

A bad decision,

Chose by those who thought themselves grand.

We couldn't have been more flawed.

Disproportional ideas of grandeur.

Now we all just stand awed.

We are poor.

You ask me how to change this world.

I am sorry,

But I am only half a puzzle.

I cannot show you how to fix this.

I can only show you what it is.

Our demise.

The blackening of our life as we know it.

I am no savior,

Just the messenger.

My eyelids drift towards each other in grateful embrace.
Then I tear them apart showing no grace.
Aridly, they hold themselves open.
Not a word uttered, my thoughts unspoken.
I sit in salutary silence.
The dark, silent, alliance.
Blissful ignorance.
Their disgusting belligerence,
It is an issue.
A life, askew.
Disappoint them,
Become them.
Ignore them,
Become them.
Listen to them,
Become them.
No line to be drawn.
No sun behind this dawn.
A darkness never purified.
A mind becoming petrified.