Grasping At Straws

Children have drowned in buckets and toilets.

You are the straw that would break my camel.

Traversing the desert hundreds of days.

No food, no water, just an oasis.

Illusion of friendship always denied.

Grasping at, clutching an unreal image.

Abandoned when I needed forlorn hope.

The rest, they’ve forgotten. You’re not the first.

Only a parallel string universe.

My days are reminders of what I lack.

And my nights are relief until I wake.

I am falling behind, finishing last.

It’s time to be done; no future with smiles.

I’m so hungry, but my appetite fails.

Starving for fulfillment I’ll never have.

Embrace the end, there is nothing beyond.

Release will come when the coward is slain.

Learning how to let go, with no regrets.

Alleviate the pain and suffering.

Nobody sees the weight that crushes me.

Behind the wall of fake smiles and lies.

Internal reflections of what will come.

The calm of my descent from the living.

Consequences considered, not abrupt.

Minimize the disruption of impact.

For once I will be happy all alone.


Friends: Forgotten, Imagined, Unreal

To see my friend, invisible like me.


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We spend our time floating on the ocean.

Waiting for a wave to take us away.

Or maybe you’ll find us inside hiding.

A closet for shelter from the mad world.

We built a treehouse with shelter to spare.

Just in case anyone wants to join us.

A complete circle, no chants or verses.

Open membership, but no one applies.

So I work through the days and cry at night.

I watch them all go home to laugh and smile.

As I stand outside freezing in the cold.

An icicle’s warmth melted by my heart.

Feet frozen by the fire, stoke some more.

Smoke signals rise, hope they come to rescue.

Beggar of the world. Don’t cheat, lie or steal.

Live it wrong, and you’ll start to smolder.

The chimney releases your warmth burden.

Inhale your last breath before you finish.

Blow out the plumes, see twisted faces there.

Not your friends, but demons, hauntings and ghosts.

Open your eyes, let them sting for water.

Sealed within the aquarium bubbles.

Swimming in circles, don’t let the fish die.

Let others enjoy your life just for once.

The Journey

I took a trip to a land far away.

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No one knew me, but I somehow knew them.

A stranger, but friendlier than they knew.

Shared experiences, lives similar.

Nothing to prove that we are not the same.

I was so happy, meeting and greeting.

It was as though I had so many friends.

Eerie reminder of how it should be.

Ironic is who does not understand.

We belong closer, further separate.

Same old things, perhaps just too familiar.

When everything’s new… How can I explain?

Recharge, refresh, reinvigorating.

Peel off the dead skin covering my bones.

There is a man who was supposed to be.

Through experience, declined fruition.

And he spends his days hiding from the sun.

Maybe with a father, he would have flown.

So many things that only none can know.

Let him grow, become the flower inside.

Too late, the bees stung, no pollen within.

Foreign, an entity not recognized.

Get a stamp and a genus, no surprise.

Just business, no pleasure, we work for life.

A market, only stalls, nobody here.