Kids Are Victims In This Story

The mess is looking at me in the mirror.
It's wondering at me.
Looking me up and down,
Tempestuously.
It examines my every move.
To my every thought, it nods,
Smiling at times, disapproving at others.
"Feeling smaller, today?
You well should be.
Where is your pride now??"

I toss it off
Again.
It rotates through my insides,
Breathing heavily into
All my worst attempts to feel fine.

...But then you remember:
The times that you laughed
The times you didn't have to care
The times you felt bea-u-ti-ful...

And you begin to wonder
At this mess in the mirror...
Who ARE you, exactly?
You certainly were never invited.

And slowly, for now,
The conversation will start.
You will talk the mess down.
You will reason with the chaos.
You will not allow her any more leeway than she deserves.

And until you can know for sure:
If the mess is here to stay
If the mess will spawn other messes
If your life is about to change...
You will dance.
Because to dance on the remaining edge of your happiness
Is the only way to survive
The possible-pending sorrow...

Blank

Laden, lost, and heavy,
I resist not to the many.
For to the depths of my shallowness,
I dive deep.

Shoulder to the burden,
Furiously worn thin,
I own an aching stomach full
Of empty, hollow air
That refuses to escape
Through loosened lips.

Searing flesh/Hot flash
Stifles thoughts across my forehead.
My obscene, gelatinous tongue melts to the force
As I swim pausing, panting,
Pacing eerily in the smiling companionship
Of whiskey waters...

I feel grown up...
In the awful, absent-innocence kind of way.
I am a shell,
Shrinking dark and shy into a sea of complacency,
Completely devoid of purpose or fiber.
My eyes do not sparkle in the mirror now.
They hiss.
They stand cold and clean and sterile.
They try on a smile,
Only to return a look of incredulous apathy.

In this moment,
I feel
So much
In so very little.

Hyphenated

(Some older poetry I found recently. I definitely like it though:) )

Hyphenated

All bold in no italics,
I go for cyber-cryptic smiles
And sad attitudes,
Sorry-still banging on forlorn fingers...

What is it with me?
I'm stuck-standing separately
With vague intentions,
Diving into parallel-universe nowheres,
(...I haven't a clue, honestly.)

Flailing about a sea of reason,
Sucking at the air of open-ended conversations, I
Flirt with red-hot steamed danger, and
Breathing seductive-excitedly,
Let my nails sear on its cast-iron trouble.

Oh, that I could rather cast fear and doubt away,
Shining bright like the glow of laser-whitened teeth-
Alas, even that would be
An artificial smile.

New Old Thoughts

These following verses I composed about a month ago. Getting around to posting it now! :P

The irony here is, the feeling of longing yet hope I had when I wrote it was absolutely right on... I am in total awe at what the end of April has brought to me... :P

***

Sometimes, "a hard rain is gonna fall."
We take that risk when we step outside...

***

I am in the April of my life,
Promising, yet weary.
Energizing, but awful.
Rainy nights plague my most hopeless thoughts,
And yet...

I am conscious of the fact that something is bound to come of all this rain...
Something springing up from the ground,
Full of earth and life and color and vitality.
I probably will have to help dig it out,
But something will grow here.
Something tall and important and wholesome.
Something I haven't breathed before.
And when it does,
I will certainly have my hands full,
But the harvest will be worth
A thousand storms...

Rufus Quoting...

"Can't expect the world to be your Raggedy Andy,
While runnin' on empty.
You little old doll with a frown..."

Honesty

See you
And me-
With corresponding Sesame Street tees
And comfy jeans.
I sip margaritas
Secretly,
As we
Get the bad thriller movie
All to ourselves
(Almost).
An enormous cat
Clings ferociously to you
(I'll swear he isn't mine).
And don't think
(For a minute)
That I'll let you beat me at my own game-
That is, Yoshi Tetris, of course...
A duel to the DEATH!
(And yet...
How is it
I surrender
To your Level 1 brilliance??

...You have disarmed me...
Honestly.