the one in the mirror

fire and ice are your eyes
a fatal weapon is your smile
every other tasting only the honey flavored truth in your words
not knowing
all that's left are poison-laden lies
seeping into your veins
a heart that was once filled
now emptied with only a shield
on defense against your worst enemy
yourself.

the compromise

When it feels like all our dreams are coming true
Why trap ourselves in old nightmares?
Our pasts pick up the occupation of haunting us
shoving our faces straight into the eyes of fear.
what are we afraid of anyway?
the unknown?
the capability we hold?
not finding happiness?
We go through life in search of this happiness
But when near it, run away.
Why?
Because we’d rather have something to look for in life
Than have it and live in constant fear of it being snatched away.
What if that happiness isn’t ours in the first place?
What if what we’re looking in the wrong places?
And then when we realize it, end up hurting the people we used?
So, to avoid that, we live with that compromise - not hurting people, at the cost of giving up the road to a destination; a destination that the inner self craves for, but can never reach.

never ending battle

Two worlds colliding.
One, a vision of ignorant perfection, everlasting happiness.
The other, enlightened reality – obstacles. suffering. growth.
Left the second to live the first.
Worth all the loss? Maybe.
A lot more people on the preferred side of ignorance.
But then how can loneliness still exist?
Had more company before, when alone
Than now, in a crowd
Where there’s a person on each side
But no one to turn to
Not even oneself.
One personality lost
But not forgotten
Maybe even missed.
Another emerging
A product of everything around
A uniformed robot.
This war, raging all too often.
They thought it was over – maybe I did too.
But a war is never over
If no one ever wins.

crash

You’re always riding in a car with someone.
Sometimes there’s a person you ride with everyday
And sometimes there’s people you’re only with once
Until you realize they’re bad drivers, or don’t know where they’re going.
You think you know how it works until…
You get in the car with someone
Get to know them
They take you everywhere you wanna go
Show you around to the places they love to be
You talk. Laugh. Understand. Connect.
At first, like always, you have your seatbelt on tight
But then you think about what a good driver the person is…they’d never let anything happen.
So you loosen it a bit.
And then eventually take it off altogether.
Crash.
Air bag in your face
Can’t see. Cant breathe.
You feel your ankle twisted.
You reach out for them.
They’re outta the car already.
You decide to never go into the car with them again
Time passes as you ride with other people.
Then the person shows up again.
You realize it wasn’t their fault. It was winter. There was ice everywhere. It could happen to anyone
You get in the car again
The cycle begins.
You crash.
Air bag.
Arm’s broken this time.
Reach out. They’re gone.
You decide that no matter what, you’re not getting in again.
Imagine what could have happened if let it happen once more.
You go home.
Months later, still healing from the injuries, you see them again.
They’re waiting outside, the car door held open
You walk slowly, watching your step.
Remind yourself what could happen. What has happened before.
What would break this time?
But no…the music was just on too loud last time. We’ll make sure we don’t do that again.
You go in.
And yet again
You see that reassuring smile
That warm hand
That knowing look in their eyes.
And the seatbelt’s removed.
Before u know it
You feel the impact
No airbag this time.
You’ve gone straight through the windshield.

Love is an accident waiting to happen. You better wear that seatbelt tight.