Blue.

a friend mentions the blues

i think of sky

empty

lonely

clouds are nothing

but the images we make of them

we know

sort of like lies

hard to imagine 

that there is anything

up there

but still

we want to know

the unknown

sort of like lies

we seek the truth

even when we know

we will never find it

them

answers

still

we all look up 

into the blue skies

the same blue skies

we all see

every 

single 

day.

movement.

assumption

your idea of tolerance

how can you truly believe

you are alone

?

arrogance

apathy

the peace you will not find

not ever

because this culture

you've created

has you not only blinded

but bound

what you can't see

isn't real

doesn't exist

and still

the contradiction lies

right in front of you

surrounding you

the walls you've built

are not there

can't you see that

?

i can see them

because i too am guilty

i can relate to you

and because of that

i know

i am not alone

no matter how far i run

or hide

it follows

the connection

between you

and i
...

how love ends.

if you ask

i will tell

if you hug

i will hug back

if you turn away

believe me

i will live

it may not be
my choice

but it will be 

what it is

you cannot be bound

you will not

you should not

what we deserve

and what we get

will not make sense

not now

not ever

we will retire

with less than we need

because what we need

is what we want

so

tell me,

just how often

do you get
what you want

without fear

without wondering

without dwelling

on when it will end

on when you will

lose it

drop it

see it walk

away from you

...

suffer the living pt.1

it's hard

not to hurt

someone

somewhere

all throughout a life

i've tried

i failed

whether or not i meant to

means nothing

pain is pain

and with all apologies

we all know

forgiving and forgetting

are two very different things

as flawed as i am

as beaten and broken

as i've become
i know

i am not alone at all

and fairness means

things can't always be fair

not always

selfishness
and
 selflessness 

are two sides of a scale

that can

at times

even out

but not often enough

life is full

of very thin lines

so thin at times

that they seem
invisible

and we trip

and we fall

we cannot follow
these lines

no matter how hard
we try

yet so often

we expect

perfection

but i am afraid

that is a dream

a wish

a demand

that can never be
fulfilled

i am sorry
...