People I Love

The people I love
are people I love
because they deserve to be loved
because I love them.

I love them because
they deserve to be loved
because they are people I love
that I love.

Where I don't belong

This is where I don’t belong.
I drift because I don’t belong.

As the darkness in the room
begins to saturate my soul
I wonder why I am still lying here,
accompanied alone

I look deep into dependent eyes
of innocence and love
And I know I have to offer them
so much more than just

The things that make it comfortable
to live and wear a smile
But a soul that can be satisfied
on the passage of revile

This is where I don’t belong.
I drift because I don’t belong.

The emptiness fills up the space
I have reserved for them
The more they try to fill it up,
the more it hurts to live

The lie I breathe is haunting
every scrap of me that’s real
Questioning my judgment
for what’s yet to be revealed

The pressure is rising
As my motivation sits
And rots in wonder lest I blunder
worse I do permit

This is where I don’t belong
I drift because I don’t belong.

Is nobody listening?

Lack of Dirt

We take one moment and compact
it with seeds of passion

And warm the fever to burn the dust

Somewhere in the ground is a silver cloud

And the lining is dirt and the rain is dry

But the courtyard is troubled
with trampling and yelling

And the seeds and the sprouts
cry in pain to be left alone

But the fever expands and contracts

And the seed breaks open revealing trust

Fear falls away and a piece of me dies

Digging my elbows into the soft and moist earth

Climbing out of the ground to freedom

Yet finding bondage in the hollow
air of empty promises

I am lost in the process

Resenting, resisting, rejecting growth.

And falling limp for lack of thirst

For lack of fever

Lack of dirt

Wanting more and more and more and more