Strum one’s way,
To another.
Just to fail once again;
Like no other.

Common ground escalates,
Isolation required.
For now a difference is noticed;
Social effort backfired.

If opportunity is guaranteed,
Why do we try?
An assumption to prove,
Companionship is a lie.

Introverts cannot unite,
For we are silence-prone.
Content is my soul;
Forever alone.

Everyone falls,
For his sparkling eyes.
He cannot love all;
The ultimate demise.

Friendship we share;
Nothing more.
A one way street;
A locked door.

Feelings will never be mutual,
He sitting on top,
Of the social pyramid.
My existence a prop.

Never to be anything,
That’s how it goes.
Another impossible situation.
Soul mates lost, I suppose.

 

An innocent soul,
Tried to define,
How life shall be lived.
Tries not to cross the line.

A tragic beginning,
Abundant love never present.
To move on is difficult;
Almost never pleasant.

He longed for someone,
To simply understand.
Himself; unexplainable,
His heart covers all land.

A struggle for attention,
To fit in was a dream.
No one would understand,
That people aren’t always as they seem.

Someone who cared,
Mined her way through.
His soul, he poured out,
Tis then he knew.

A love for conversation,
He known for “So.”
A great transition,
A guy she loves to know.

Though she may not be,
What you want right now.
To give up would be tragic,
You’ll understand someday; somehow.

*A great backstory to this one.*

The dove flies higher,
Yet the clouds are blinding.
The staircase leads up,
Forever winding.

A single step is missing,
Its absence unnoticed,
Until one reaches a point,
 And falls through,

Forgotten,

Defeated,

Forever Alone.

Ever to be found?
Not even a chance.
Who fell, you ask?
We don’t know; we never did glance.
 

A single companion,
Not even that.
Loneliness can’t be,
Pulled out of a hat.

It comes to you,
Tracks you down.
Won’t go away,
Beginning to drown.

So lonely,
Even the bubbles won’t stay,
As you fall deeper,
Into the ocean, fading away.

This state of mind,
Starts to become,
A habit, unnoticeable,
An unbearable sum.

A black hole,
In the bottom of the sea,
Falling through,
Breaking you and me.

Words aren’t enough,
To describe the pain.
In need of help,
Going insane.

When there’s no cure,
Hopelessness settles in.
Another soul,
Thrown in the waste bin.

Impossible to find,
A single friend.
Wanting life,
To come to an end.

No!
Don’t say that!

There’s


                                  Still


                                                                            Hope!


Who are we kidding?
We aren’t the pope.
Can’t think like that,
Cleansing souls like soap.

Walls caving in,
Tighter, can’t breathe.
 No door, no window,
Nothing but me.

That is how,
Loneliness goes.
Unimaginable pain,
No one knows.

Congratulations!
You won the prize!
That’s what being fake gets you,
With no compromise.

Of course, I left out a detail,
Letting you win.
Flashbacks beginning,
Sticking the pin.

Does it hurt yet?
I hope you find,
That little word.
Did it escape your mind?

You said it to me once,
Not so long ago.
It severed our relationship,
So it couldn’t grow.

Do you feel the pain?
I know I do.
Backstabbing hurts,
Especially out of the blue.

Congrats, again,
On your little prize.
That’s what being fake gets you-
Buried in lies.

A beloved soul,
Fragile and wise,
Grabs your check,
You roll your eyes.

Escaping youth,
Growing old.
Life comes to an end,
Your story untold.

Your will was written,
Your soul has a longing.
All judgment is lost,
Conscience ping-ponging.

Climbing up a mountain,
Last memory stiff.
The horror of dying abandoned,
Left on a jagged cliff.

Flipping the pages,
Of an unopened book.
 Not too eager;
An unbitten hook.

Lost all steam,
The train slows.
Why did it stop?
No one knows.

An unexplained phenomenon,
Confused and worn out.
Who do you want to be?
Drowning in doubt.

The cook takes care,
To present food well,
But no one will eat;
An uncracked eggshell.

Getting out of bed,
Such a hard task.
Are you okay?
No one will ask.

Chapped lips,
Dried out,
Can’t speak,
Won’t shout.

Not forgotten,
Not yet,
Soon enough,
Don’t fret.

Can’t decide,
Unfluffed pillow,
Sitting by,
Rotting willow.

All power,
Lost until,
You speak,
Two words,
 They leak.

Four corners in the room,
Connected by each other.
Strong and sturdy,
Empty without rhyme.

Still and silent,
Sit in the chair.
Wait for more,
Wonder if they care.

No where to run,
Can’t even hide.
Fear overwhelming,
Won’t subside.

Lights flicker off,
Trapped with a thought,
Of never escaping,
One not easily bought.

Isolated, wondering,
Who knows you’re here?
Heart sinks to the floor,
No one you hold dear.

One wall collapses,
Then the next and so-on.
Realizing you were played,
Like a pawn.

What if a prophet,
Never did tell?
T’was a message unheard of,
So blood-curdling, you yell,

At the top of your lungs,
Hopelessly unheard.
The ignorant ignore you.
The wise watch a bird.

The bird, a distraction,
Smirks sneakily.
Your message still buried.
No chance to speak of thee.

While the message dies with you,
Despair settles in.
That spear we call home,
No longer shall spin.

Shh! It’s a secret!
Tell no one.
Blow up your brothers and sisters.
Authoritative shun.

You have no right!
The innocent are dying.
Women and children,
Kneeling on the floor, crying.

Who is the killer?
Please interrogate.
Wait, it’s our leader?
He’s power hungry and we are too late.

They say all is understood,
When you die.
How can that be?
No alibi.

Mind is everywhere,
Conflicted and confused.
No turning back.
Second chance used.

 Ear is pierced,
Hole is set.
Pain is over?
No, not yet.

Just what we needed,
Another fool.
They’re multiplying!
Threading the spool!

Where to escape?
In the name of stealth.
You can’t-impossible,
To escape from yourself.

I locked you up,
Awhile ago.
Thought you were safe,
With no one to show.

How did you escape?
They all found out!
Where did you find the key?
Did you sniff with your snout?

I thought you were loyal,
Wanted to be locked away.
You were mine alone.
You should’ve chosen to stay.

You ruined my life!
You’re a piece of trash!
Not even worth,
A speck of cash.

I locked you up,
Awhile ago.
Thought you were safe,
Convinced you loved me so.

Mr. Clock,
Stop your turning.
Your hands move too fast,
Forever burning.

A flower planted,
Just the other day.
A victim of snow,
Wilting away.

The kite soars,
Innocence in flight.
But, inevitably,
The suitcase is gripped tight.

There’s a point in time,
When it slows.
Wisdom becomes irrelevant,
Everyone knows.

A laugh is heard,
His hand strikes once more.
The smile diminishes.
Mr. Clock, don’t you ever get soar?

How did God,
come to be?
An interesting beginning?
A complicated story?

 It started with his parents.

 Never-ending profound wisdom,
was his mother.
She found a man,
a fitting father.

 He was a longing for challenge;
the prefect supplement.
She and he became,
God for whom was sent.

 God noticed the darkness
and started to think,
of what could become,
the beginning of a link.

 Bacteria and atoms
started to form.
God was concocting,
the perfect storm.

 As His plan was becoming,
a work of art,
planets were forming.
His drawing boards set apart.

 Then God experienced,
debilitating writer’s block.
He picked a planet,
where His ideas would lock.

 Bang! A bang!
The bang was so loud!
God encountered the big bang;
He was very proud.

 An ah-ha moment,
is what He had.
He crossed the last “t”.
Of His plan, He was glad.

 The bang symbolized,
the theoretical light switch.
Radiance shining beyond.
God had found His nitch.

 From there the rest
was quite easy.
Earth was completed,
a rhyme not needed.

 Civilization continues,
the constant nonverbal argument,
between science and religion.
God laughs, knowing how it really went.

 There is no resolution,
a story unfinished,
a climax everlasting,
never diminished.