JHem

Sitting behind me, just two rows back. I thought I was you, but it was untrue. You knew how to speak, I know how to listen. You knew how to think, I know how to feel. You knew how to romance, I know how to love. You knew, I know. My mind's whisper, That was who I was then.

The Enlightenment Game I was promised peace Brushing life a sickle breeze All I had to do was invite apathy The numbing of eyes blind Hiding to bypass empathy Tipsy on empty But this isn't the serenity That was promised To me No Only a desert Dry of any real clarity Only when I became sober No longer drunk On emptiness I began to know Calm Within the storm Touching something so primordial Before knowing a warm light Before running from a cloaked night A taste so forbidden But never hidden Underneath self-treason I knew it before knowledge spoke I felt it before emotions provoked It dawned A love expressed Simple and sweet Remembering Here I am ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Soft Stance I only wanted to feel free Nothing came but apathy I thought I had footing I was only numbed I couldn't tell I fell Turning away from the devil Hiding beside him in hell U...

What they all had seen Was nothing but fake. Something they had to make When giving ‘nothing’ glamour of sheen. This isn’t very keen. They only added glitter for beauty’s sake. This came when their essence began to ache. Looking to create a mock when passing self-treason’s ravine. That had forgotten what they already knew When giving answers to what they know, Taking on more than they can chew, All that was present flew. No one can see life’s stream flow When dolled eyes cast aside what’s true.

I'm stiffer than a rock. My breathing's as shallow as ancient ruins Underneath forgotten Earth. This is anxiety. As invisible as the air I need.

I wonder why When you look up at the sky You think of it as 'up there' But when you put your hands out Clearly you must see There is no dividing line In a way You're never not touching the endless The skies You have the entire universe right here Breathe it in

When people speak about love, why does it almost always have to involve another person? Whatever happened to the love of being alive? The love of enjoying your craft? The love of designing a cool shirt, running an event, or just smelling the roses and taking in the horizon can be just as grand as, or even more, invigorating as romantic love. Don't get me wrong, loving people is really awesome too, but it seems really scarce, to me at least, to really meet someone that brings me a sense of aliveness that isn't based on some sort of neurotic attachment stemming from lack. Heck, sometimes the pure things become poisonous if I'm not careful. I could write an essay on this, but nahhh... I'm just curious. Whatever happened to the love that has no requirements or particular gain. Whatever happened to just paying attention? Isn't the attention you give, regardless if it's on a person, thing, objective, etc, the ultimate form of love?

This is a story of poetry A tale of a ribbon pulled too tightly One end dried from her deeds The other -- a heart with wings Willing to take the lead Her heart was soft Her heart was slow But her heart was willing indeed To let it be known That she was loved For a tender time Her heart tugged To pull her in To show her it's okay Things don't have to be this way Even during the mess When we're intertwined I'll be here to help you rest Yet she began to pull away Whispering to her heart I can't believe things are okay Don't take this lightly For her heart grasped too tightly And the closely kept ribbon fell apart