So i don't exist anymore to the world,
into the corner of the room i have curled,
closing my eyes tight to squeeze them hard,
a fallen hero in the darkness i used to guard,
nails scratch into the cold concrete too,
with all thoughts only of the sweetness of you,
rescued so many but only one really mattered,
as all hopes have faded and dreams all shattered,
with so much strength in my arms and legs,
as time for me comes slowly and love begs,
my spirit is broken at the failure of one,
as my own super strength cannot fix or bring it undone.

Silent morning after a peaceful night,
disturbed by the sound with sudden fright,
machines start and make loud sounds,
as the bigger machines shake the grounds,
Dogs bark and hammers bash,
the piercing sounds echo each smash,
trucks reverse with beeping too,
then passing slow while going through,
engines run with heavy idles shake,
next to the window causing a headache,
sitting up and throwing the sheet,
running outside with bare feet,
telling the world to shut up for another five,
so she can get some sleep to feel more alive,
the workmen all look and cease all noise,
then start whistling and cheering like immature boys,
she was preoccupied with telling them to stop,
forgetting to put on any pants or a top,
completely naked standing out in the sun,
but it worked none the less the deed was done.

five hundred days pass with no avail,
as all hopes for a change began to fail,
the fingers let go of the information in hand,
reached knees go weak as he cannot stand,
number of hours pass holding his breath to pass out,
of coming to consciousness causes him to shout,
short bursts of weakness pass over his mind,
stories in the newspapers too far behind,
times spent over obsessing in wasted hours,
his life was devoted but now it just devours,
accepting the results and climbs back to his feet,
packing the documents away while thinking of his defeat,
as he drops a paper into the box on the floor,
he looks again at it and reads a bit more,
finding the evidence he needed to solve the crime,
with determination he leaves with hope of enough time.

over flows of anger burst the seams,
awake from a nightmare inside the dreams,
buried pressures of pasts causes a pause,
wondering at the reason or the definite cause,
strains of the eyebrows and pushing behind the eye,
moisture of the mouth opened leaves it raw and dry,
stretching skin pulls at the tendons inside the hand,
as the pain of the moments are unable to withstand,
peeling the blanket back as if it was the fleshy skin,
the feet touch the cold floor feeling the prick of every pin,
reaching out the hands to grip whatever comes in range,
when standing up the dizziness makes the mind strange,
looking into the mirror to reveal the dimmed face under light,
scars and an older shape gives one such a fright,
buried deeper pressures of a pasts paused one more,
with a collapse back to the dreams unconscious on the floor.

If a friend of a friend adds your name,
how do you know if they are the same,
never met them so why add at all,
could mean a rise or could mean a fall,
could become the best of them too,
but also could turn around and hurt you,
or could hurt the friend that you had first,
might end up with none at the very worst,
but some we meet in passing by,
become a friend with a girl or guy,
they come and go from our lives,
but its the mixtures of relationships that survives.

Went to the circus last night,
it was magnificent and bright,
talents of people amazed my mind,
while the lights beamed me blind,
after we went to get something to eat,
11pm was the time we went up to meet,
24 hours open was common for this place,
disappointed at the food was a disgrace,
then some kids were there mucking around,
being dumbasses making alot of sound,
they swore and were high but it wasn't pot,
something else to make their brains rot,
youngest looked to be about 13 or less,
they ate some food there and left a mess,
one just needed a good hard smack,
but then if it did it i would come under attack,
we left the place watching them near,
then drove away so they would disappear.

Seeds sprinkle over the ground,
in winds rushing pushing sound,
birds follow with skipping hops,
checking around with sudden stops,
tilting heads from side and up both ways,
the wind pushes more seeds as one stays,
singled out from the group that usually he follows,
an evolution of change comes to the swallows.

chewing through the wooden walls,
crying for help his master calls,
ripping the sides of the hole to fit,
jumping through as one is bit,
shaking savagely to guard his place,
the other trips back with fear on his face,
jumping fast and biting him hard,
shaking also to show he is the guard,
escaping from the place as he turns around,
hearing his masters breath making a strange sound,
down goes the head with a short high pitched moan,
as his master dies then his dog is all alone.

scraping shadows across uneven ground,
wind in the trees makes a rushing sound,
scratching leaves across the surface spin,
awaiting for the rains to eventually begin,
down comes a leaf passed by a feather,
up to the sky it flows in this harsh weather,
strokes in the pain of the sky and trees,
a blur of emotions and mixes of what the eye sees,
joins to the canvas a piece of stick,
as the paint grips over being thick,
leaving it there as now it is art,
a tree painting done with a real life part.

speaking in a language that is limiting the mind,
we learned so much young but now we are blind,
without thought of one action and one single thing,
if we didn't think in words we would have more to bring,
examples of this are through the ages before time began,
as we grow older we are more stupid as man,
yes language and writing might bring more to our ways,
but with one action and sentences the thinking strays,
we need a cross between the animal inside us too,
combined with the logical thinker is what we need to do.