Overkill

This is not a poem
This is not a love song
This is the product of imagination gone wrong

You are not a person
Or a place or thing
You are inexplicably unexplainable
The shadow of a bad dream

You do not breath air
Or walk upon the earth
You do think thoughts
Have value or worth

You do not exist
Do not argue that fact
You are invisible mist
You are trapped

Comfortable Night

We found a place
Where we were hugged by the forest
Cozy little trees
That loved and adored us
Mischief and misdirection
Led us to this place
Nightmares at our back
Cause to quicken pace

Forever running scared
Tired and forgotten
Our lives spent and wasted
Our reputations rotten
No place left to hide
But, yet here we are
Hidden and concealed
Staring at the stars

The Lucky Few

The most

The best

Brighter than the rest

Great expectations

Burdened with the stress

Glorified and praised

Revered and raised

Above all others

Presented and displayed

Cracked and broken

The privileged token

Too good to be true

The price to be paid is now due

Positioned for demise

Souls screaming through the eyes

Gives rise to troubled thoughts

Advised against by the wise

Pay attention to their misery

They're all ticking time bombs

Take their threats seriously

Before they are all long gone

Today

Seems like just yesterday

I kissed the sky to fade away

Oblivious monotony

I miss the way we used to be

Forever makes me feel ok

My secrets never been betrayed

My heart is fried

My edges frayed

My tale to be played out on stage

I fell into the deepest sky

The bluest sea

And opened eyes

Greenest grass

And warmest hay

It all seems like just yesterday