escorting me outside

I walked towards you to remember what I even liked about you in the first place. Can't remember....... For so many years I tried to be what you wanted without succeeding. Now that lacks importance. My quest for wholeness has nothing to do with you, I realize that now. I see the cell that your ideals try to contain me in. It's kinda funny really. Judge me all you like, you are the one that they are all mocking behind your back.

Returning to hesitant

For years I imagined escaping my disgusting captor. I plotted my route, my reaction, my future. One day upon waking, I noticed that things were very different. My captor opened my cell without concern of shutting the door behind him. Instead of the usual bologna, I was brought eggs and bacon. Shocked, I scarfed it all down without even chewing first. I very much resembled a stray dog. He sat next to me on the bench, the cell door still open. I grew uncomfortable as he stroked my hair and told me that he had a lot of respect for me and my survival instincts. Was he gonna finish me? Then the strangest thing happened. He took me by the hand and led me outside.

"You can go," he said with a tear in his eye. I couldn't even speak.

"I believe that you are now ready for great things," he said as he nudged me forward.

"Let's go back inside," I pleaded. My head was spinning as panic and confusion engulfed me.

"This is no longer your home. I have no place for you anymore," he whispered as he walked away.

Old newspapers

Seamlessly I wormed my way into your life.
Not sure how or when this happened,
but I am glad that it did.
Seamlessly I made you believe in me.
Not that there was much to go on,
but I am glad that you do.
Seamlessly you made me comfortable,
killed the old demons, and loosened my shackles.
For this I am thankful.
Seamlessly you will one day go.
I'm not sure what I will do,
but I appreciate our time spent.

drunken acrobat

She looked at me, wanting me to acknowledge her effort was worthwhile. I didn't. Why must I be so damn stubborn? A halfhearted smile broke the tension but Em still looked puzzled. Why do I put myself here so much? No more vulnerability....no time or patience for that. I had to look once more, hoping that she wasn't paying me any mind. The light lined her profile, making her look very happy and young.....much like a painting that I had fancied on a fieldtrip as a kid. My head grew heavy as I realized that I had drank my weight in rum. Just breathe. Through a blurry handstand I regained some creditability, but for how long?

theory

I see you screw people over daily. I watch as you tell everyone everything that they want to hear in order to get a babystep closer to that title that you hold so high. But at what cost? I remember when I was a child and I believed that people were good. It seemed like everyone in the world was sincere and put on this earth to help me. Slowly the black reality seeped throughout me, tainting everything I had ever known. I grew cold and closed. I saw the hamster wheel that this world has become and I decided to fight back. So take your title and shove it. My reality is way more important than painting a cartoon only for children to scribble all over. I may be falling, but I am biting and scratching the whole way down!