There’s no escaping. I'm alone..yet again. No one's here it's pure silence the room is cold, my fingertips are too. There's no escaping this state of mind, it comes around every month creeping on me and I can't break free.

Whooshing wind, I can hear it.

Butterflies from the inside, I can feel them.

The brink of death, I can taste it.

Pushing faster, Will it be enough?

Tik,

Opening your eyes,

Seeing the world.

Tok,

Feeling your feet,

On the cold wooden floor

Tik,

The big building hold information,

Books, Math and intelligent adults.

Tok,

Greed,

never-ending and formidable

wanting more than you have

satisfaction is an enemy

you are warned.

Envy,

a desire that cannot be shattered

always lurking around in every corner

Wrath

Anger,

Runs her veins,

Tend to her fiery wrath,

And you’ll know when you die.

petals

a blend of pastel colors unfold

as a flower blooms and thrives

in the awakened blossoms of spring

water

Words drift by me, leading up to the great night sky. I watch them, all spiraling from an open book. The book has a sort of magic coming from it, an essence. I walk toward the book and hold out my hand above it. In my palm appears a word.

I'd like to say: You cannot know, unless you live it. You cannot understand, without experience. I do not understand, nor do I know, what it is like to live in a war zone.

Through this ocean wet.

My voice, free to thrive.

Sea fish within dive.

Reach in, draw the net.

There you are, at last…

Tell me what you have seen…

Tell me everything…

Jealousy

Jealousy is an infectious disease

invading, then replicating 

within my self assurance,

taking me down from the inside

Love and hate are not opposites

(not even close)

Because lover,

                          Oh,

Mauve is the lipstick we stole from your mother, 

smeared sideways across your mouth and all over 

your Sprite bottle, 

a clandestine weight in your pocket