Change In Heart

my opinions will be mine
and yours will be yours
nothing will change that
but i can try and try hard
to understand your point
so don't give in or give up
communication is everything to me
if i can't be open
i can't be.
you shutting me down and trying to shut me up
that won't work,
you will just make me lash out more.
what don't you understand about that?
everything, apparently.
you don't apologize or listen
or even try.
just give a little bit
push yourself to understand me
have a change in heart.
i know i have.

team work is always better

stick together,
always together

we possessed her,
for that time.

in our world,
our special world.

you and i were one,
we were always one.

working hard,
saving face,
making decisions as we do.

"team work is always better" you said,
and i smiled because i know its true,
especially when i'm working with you.

Cyclical Motion Interrupt

i'm stuck in this tragic routine
not knowing any exit
feeling blindly for doors that can't be found
breathing in and out
someone save me
anyone? save me?
it's turning and constantly grinding
whats left of me
down down down
into a pulp like matter
and once i'm there.
theres no turning back
then suddenly
a voice?
did i hear a voice?
its my name! my name! they are calling out!
im ready
the trap is disarmed and i can escape
finally.

so...this is it.

"never THIS... always THAT!"
he said under his breathe.
she was trying to muster the courage it took
to speak out and explain her ways.
"but... it can be right this way too!"
she exclaimed.
not meaning to be as loud as she had been.
she swung away from him
hiding her face to wish away what had become.
was it all or nothing?
couldn't it be all or all or nothing or nothing?
maybe not... but she thought this way.
he knew, she thought to herself
he knew... maybe its all for sport.
trying to convince herself that,
this was the way it was "supposed to be"
feelings of
detachment,
emotional withdrawl,
and suppression invade her mindscape now.
her thoughts run away with these ideas
now speeding into an imploded reality
nothing went right from here on
she wanted to forget. so she tried.
she'll push this further back into a corner of her brain
trying but it'll always be there.

the subconscious is a dirty fuck
that loves to watch us squirm.
that is the reality.
hiding won't work.

heart donor

i am one of those...
those heart donors
my heart comes in a box
wrapped and tied with ribbon
given to the highest bidder
my heart is yours and yours
never mine
always seeking a new
pumping and giving more
sharing myself with you now
don't let this heart go to waste
someone else can use it.