Tracing

Holding the line that tried to sway my mind while

tracing the steps that fell between what I've denied

and my desire

I couldn't help but notice I had lost my smile

facing the mirror and the oncoming emotional tide

you did inspire

But we have nothing left that won't turn vile

as we shout and scream until our love has died

and our hearts retire

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Light Under

Light under foot and heavy in heart

The feeling of running and wanting to stay

continues to tear my mind apart.

"What would you do if you were me?"

has haunted this soul since it was spoken.

"Where would you be if your heart was free?"

has made me question every moment.

I've become hoarse in voice and spirit

All purpose and intent have receded to discontent

I am no longer aware of why it matters

With only the thought that I should foolishly repent.

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A Love Note

         It doesn't bother me that you will never see this. I don't mean to pretend that I am keeping all of this a secret. I'm not like that. Some things are meant to be seen by all, others are meant to be seen only by their creator. In that sense, I am God. Theses letters, the paper they are written on, are all the humble believers of my existence. Without any hint of doubt they accept my plan as fate. They keep me company. And their loyalty fills me with a sense of not only pride, but also narcissism. I am their one and only – the most important. As I write the letters on the paper, each greets me with a sense of anticipation. The letters proud that they stand for my word. The paper maintains the honor of supporting the weight of my ideas. Together they create a bond that lifts me above anything that this world can create.

         And you. You are the critic, the cynic. With a glance you make it all dissolve. You strike down my morale. The letters begin to falter, and the paper can no longer bear the pressure of my hand. Your eyes cast a look of doubt that shakes my every belief to its core. As I write I catch your gaze and feel my confidence wane. Each iris seals a ring of doubt around my mind, and your pupils probe my soul searching for my true aim. You are the Lucifer doubting my system. And your eyes are the renegade angels at your back ready to stand fast. From across the room you question my will and ability to hold my ground. For that, I hate you.

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