Written

I seemed

To have

Forgotten

The love I found

In writing down

Every penny I could

Share

I seemed to have forgotten

The easiness of the words

How they sooth my soul

No curse

Can last forever

They say

No love

Can last the night

Again

I’ll try

To paint for you

Again I’ll try

Or die

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Congrats

Congrats

Say congrats to the crown

The jeweled prince

Has become a King

Or so he thinks

But a king wears a

Heavy crown

An oh so heavy crown

That need a structure or a system

To hold it

Luckily for him

I am here

His advisor

His adversary

I mean, confidant

I will help the sweet

Prince make his move

And move those makers

Who tried to overthrow

Me

I mean, him

The prince

I mean, king

His royal majesty

I will be there through

All the times

Dark and bitter

Light and peaceful

The two cents that I

Will give

Will change the course of

History

But none will recognize that

It was my hand at work

The prince is now king

And I am still the puppeteer

A master at feigning simple

Simple minded devil

Some have tried to be rid

Of me

In this royal court

But little so they know

I am the puppeteer that

Allowed them here

People whisper that I am

Dangerous

But I will kiss the royal hand

And bend my knee

Then who can dispute

Such loyalty?

Congrats

Congrats

To the Royal King

Congrats

Congrats

To Me

That Music

Music and

Melodies

Bring me to a

Faraway

Distant land

That always

Sways to a beat

And I want to dance

Till my blood runs dry

For that melody

Sweet hibiscus

Smelling roses

And tasting honey

To my ears

That is the joy

Of music

To me

Cometh

From when cometh my help?

For hither I ran

Into the shadow

Of death

And there

I was smothered

By a growing presence

From whence cometh my help?

The Lord promised me in battle

There would be no fear

And now I stand knees knocking

At the slightest whisper

Cometh and bring down

Fire

With a magestic roar

That encourages

My knocking knees

To stand firm

In holiness

Creation

In the beginning

Was the Word

And the Word

Spoke a Word

And there was Light

And the Word gave Light

A place at their side

And the word spoke

A second time

And there was Love

Love sat on the left

Word

Light

And Love

Filled the heavens

And surrounded eachother

Then the Word

Light and Love

Spoke once more

And there was

Life

Panic: A short story

It seemed like a good idea at the time

To bust around

Flipping tables and

Smash furniture

I can’t remember giving

The police my name

But at some point

I must have

Because all the sudden

My mother was

Screaming at me

In the mall cafeteria

How dare you behave like this!

This isn’t how I raised you!

I stopped my smashing

And thrashing to

Blankly stare at

The woman in front of

me

In that moment of

Pause, I regained

Part of my sanity

And started to cry

How did I become like

This

Who am I?

Who looked back at me

In the mirror this

Morning?

The mall police took

My stopping as a sign

Of resolve and

Stepped closer in

My mother ran to

Me and hugged me

Tight

Forcing my arms to

My sides

So I couldn’t move

Them

At that same moment

She hit my wrist

And something thudded

To the floor

A soda can,maybe?

I heard shouts

From all directions

As my face

Became smothered in

My mother’s

Shoulder

Who knew you could revert back

To childhood so easily?

As a sob left my mouth

My mother whispered

This is not how I raised you

Honey

Honey

Sweet sappy stuff

Bees spend all their

Lives making for winter

Sticky to touch

Yummy to taste

Honey, I love you

I love you, honey

I think she meant

It for the

Bees

We walked together out of

The cafeteria

Glass and wood

About me

Like a jigsaw puzzle

Someone didn’t finish

I looked down

And saw the

Thing I had been holding

Drew my breath in

It wasnt a soda can

Or even a knife

It was a Barbie doll

With her

Arms stretched high

In the sky

As if to say

“This is not how I raised you

Honey”

I’ve always hated bees

Prayer

I’d never thought of prayer

As an act of friendship

Or a sign of deep care

And love

But now I realize

How it points my

Heart to the right

Person

And that is more caring

Than questions

Or flowers

I prayed to the

God of the universe

(Cause I have an in with Him)

Not really

But I do care about you

And have no way of telling you

So I pray for your saftey

And I pray you have wisdom

We still don’t know

Each other

Very well

So I am hesitant

To call you

Or write you a letter

God answered and said you are

Safe

For he heard me whisper

I know He thinks of my every need

And understands my anxieties.

I pray for you

When I think of you

Which happens more often than it

Should

And I hope you will fare better soon

Sickness

I am feeling dissatisfied with my

Current position in life

I am happy right now

But I feel as though

I have not broken through the

Womb

I want to stretch my arms

And push

Push out of the place

I am currently sitting

Dissatisfied is the wrong word

Restless

Restless to go

Be

See

Take my own life

Make something for myself

I am running inside my own mind

Instead of running around the world

I want to

Do things

Like truly

Move

And hit

And run

Forward

I want to

Create things

And film

Paint and

Draw

My life to its fullest

Art my way through

A real

Conversation

This tireless wanting

Hunger to be more

Restlessness

It had infected me

And taken grip of my heart

The real sickness

Is never acting upon

It.

Night mare

Again,

I thought

And lifted hopes

From a small locket

Wrapped around my heart

Again

My nightmares

Turned from dark and

Terrifying

To light and

Terrifying

The locket opened

With a push to the latch

Inside colors

Burst forth

Reds and blues

And many hues

That contained all my longings

And desires

I thought

Again,

My nightmare had stopped

But maybe it is the

Beginning