(2015)
How do you measure pain? All is relative and personal Even with one’s own self It is impossible to compare As memory distorts pain
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
I am stronger Than you think I am I am weaker Than I look
I told everyone About you The ugly beast Inside of me You can’t hide
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
If I could paint a man Eyes so dark they shine Brooding and stormy Til the smile breaks through If I could paint a man
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
The E’s squeak by The I’s are too excited The U’s come after Q But the A’s and the O’s They flow
Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
The whole world Aches and groans Do you feel her pain? The human in me Wants to heal mankind
Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules
Water Beach pools and fountains Rivers creeks and waterfalls The sound The feel Floating Weightless