I want back what I have lost.
To be whole once more,
To find the piece that fits.
I can't feel much;
But what I can,
Is just enough
To get up again.
The hope that tomorrow,
I'll find someone new,
To help me place the pieces;
To show me love again

One need only look to the four winds
to find four frowns;
eight sad eyes
straining to see
through stained glass tears.
The man said "I die daily" but
he didn't have a constant stream of
status updates
to maintain.
I define myself daily.
Being special has
thus far
not protected me from
the unbearable weight
of today.
All of the analog cigarettes and
old fashioned daydreams
in the world
cannot save me now.
If I'm not seen
am I really here?
Heavy hearts and weary heads
reside respectively in the chests and on the necks
of everyone I encounter.
The gas station attendant
feels empty and
is bereft of a sense of irony.
The world ends
not with bang OR whimper,
but
with a deep and baleful sigh...
with a deep and baleful sigh...
with a deep and baleful...

Now is not the time to cry me a river, but be the river.
It's the time to stand strong and mighty
Making every dark thought flow through you, not on.
Your head is the river, your thoughts a current
Dragging your emotions along.
The person that owns the boat
Is the person that holds the key to your mind.

Forgetful rocks slide in my brain.
I can't remember your face
My health spirals like an off track train
Memories gone without a trace.
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You'll have to introduce yourself
Because I have forgotten you
Please don't forget me
as I start to forget you
Because the rocks have filled my brain.

I smile when I look at you
Laying fast asleep
I don't think about what I do
This sight I will always keep
•••
Before it's too late to say goodbye
I'll give you my last words
Bye for now, See you later,
Ciao.

Hear the toppling tumbling trees fall down into the mirroring water. Nature surrounds my close friend as they canoe down the raging river. They stop to look at the green forest. Yellow finches coolly and steadily chirping as their bright beautiful feathers float into the forest wind. I can imagine an alarming avalanche, as the snow mound sails down as if it were screaming at low E. scarring my close friends away. feeling the gratitude of climbing to the top of that dangerous mountain crying for accomplishment, yelling I did it.