Confessions of a 5'1"

Looks like we've missed one, Captain.

Finally standing at the edge,
Hands bound with what I thought to be
my last gift of sight
I felt before I heard the snap of restraints-
With one last aching scrutiny of my shepherd
I spare a glance down to a realization that
pinned me to my core.

Turns out we've just been [beached] all along;
and all I had to do was jump.

Here's to getting at least one in this year


Hm, lets not. It has bad reviews.

Its said that within us, there is perpetual struggle.
Two wolves wreck carnage upon one another without rest.
They tear at each other as there is no such thing as coexistence here.

One represents all that is "good."
Our purpose, our capability to love
-- The way our hearts light up when we're with each other.
Our dreams and our ambition.

The other represents all that is "evil."
Our laziness, our seeping doubts
-- The way loneliness overruns and strips us of identity.
Our bitterness and our jealousy.

And we... we are always just the audience throughout it all.
At least until their eyes at last turn to us and we realize
just how influential we are to this battle's outcome.

Run, rabbit, run
'cause the wolves are hungry.
Which one are you going to feed?

The sun has gone to sleep
But I swear I can hear the
stars slink into the darkening sky.

Time ticks and water bubbles.
Air breathes in and out,
wafting a breeze to whisper
sweet nothings through my hair.

The moon lets out a yawn
as it settles in for night shift.

Yet... How particular.

When a heart breaks,
It makes no sound.

Hello, hey.
What'cha thinking about?
Why--I'm thinking about you.
I thought it was obvious, so obvious I asked.

What'cha dreaming about?
When you're awake?
Why--I dream about the what could have beens.
If it had been us.

Goodbye, see ya.
Soon--I hope.
But I think we can both agree
You weren't born to stay here.

Oh how does my mentality fare?
Fair, so very fair I say.
Much to the discouragement of my
once fairest of mental welfare.

I really haven't a clue, an idea or even a notion!
Of where, who and how to consider
This so dubbed "feeling" of a thing.
This that was so unexpectedly fallen into my
poor, frigid, pair of hands
whom, too, did not know whether to
Grasp with what instinct it would have,
and yearn to hold dearly to my heart.
Or perhaps... let it quietly slip through
the fingers as the captain of the mind so commands.

Because! That "feeling" of a thing.
This "feeling". Is not exclusively mine.
It is shared--this so called "feeling" of a thing.
And what is shared I cannot take from you.
You, whom possesses the very same state of affairs.
So it seems in the way this concludes is with
the very slight slackening of my once  hopeful fists.

And so, interpret this how you will, but...
Winter has never felt as cold as this.

Let me close my eyes

Breathe in.
Let me close my eyes
and breathe out.

I just want to close my eyes
so you don't feel as far away as you seem.

Brighter, always brighter
It is slowly making me blind
As happy as I am for you
I can't seem to help but feel
Like the shadow of my being
Is disintegrating the more you shine.
I'm not sure how to break it to you
But one day I'm going to have to turn away

Come forth all those times missing
The first being Me
Me who comes from the West
The ultimate place of the past.
Who be the second but he?
The one from below--South!
The only present we should ever gift.
And she, the third
Who floats from above,
The North who breathes infinity into our lungs.
And now we just need our fourth: You
Who isn't quite here yet
Because the East is where our future lies