Wind

Even last exhales dissipate in wind; all that was never was. Maybe that is the earth showing us how to grieve. The wind reminds us that what is gone is gone; that we need to let go. The rain washes their blood away; the flow of time will dilute our pain. The ground absorbs their buried bones, teaching us that they must live on in memory; that life is truly intangible.

Your Drug

I am your drug.
Burn me until I fill the hollowest parts of you; the parts of you that cause you to burn me. Exhale me and feel me escape your depths; I'll flow out gracefully as if I was unkept. I'll transform into something so far from what I once was; dissipate in the freedom of a greater world. When I've left, you will carry an intoxication of my energy; a reminder of what you have done to me.

Ocean Water

Sinking softly into the wet sand beneath my feet,
I wait patiently for the next light wave
To bring a rush of cool ocean water over my bare toes.
My knees weaken with intimidation
As I stare out at the never ending ocean
Expanding beyond the wide horizon.
The soft purple light of the sky reflects off the water,
Forcing the sky and ocean to become one.
I stand right in this spot every Sunday.
Sometimes, I think the ocean remembers me,
Holds back its tide as it waits for me
And releases it once I come.
I don't have a purpose when I come here;
I don't walk down the shore or go for a swim.
I just stand and stare,
Pondering and dreaming.



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I Am

I am what I promised myself I would never become,

  A promise made once it had already begun

I am what happens when demons are told to behave,

  Hidden and hungry for the mischief I crave

I am what looks to you like perfectly sane,

  Desperate for a way to stop ignoring the pain

I am what amount of myself I allow you to see,

  Dissolving to become who you want me to be

I am what remains from the destruction of my being,

  Beaten and worn; stripped of all meaning

I am what causes the grasp of death to awaken,

  Offering myself but watching others get taken

I am, paradoxically, what I am not,

  I am nothing

     and so,

  I am what I am taught.

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