Embers

I often times have moments when I realize how small I am compared to the world. Looking at the sky tonight is one of those times. Somewhere off in the distance, some one is the source of the beautiful explosions caused by chemicals reactions. The many explosions all around me give me the feeling of being small. I am one person. These are strangers. Maybe some one I know. The blackness of the night makes it unknown. The still lights of buildings throw off my sense location. In one direction is fading pops. The other direction, attractive bulbs of tiny colored embers form a brilliant circle. The fact that a circle is a basic shape simply disappears in the beauty of the flaming pieces of dying dust. On the next street, pops are leaping into the sound waves, booming to be heard. How can something so close feel so anonymous? I am a mere cell in the sea.

Build Me a Backbone

Your scent of my motives is weak.
My denial falters your judgment.
You ask. I banter. Derailing your train of thought.
My time standing up is straight is spent.

Build me a backbone to rest upon.
A wall to support my structure.
A skeletal fragment of nerve.
A way to inhale your lecture.

God must be playing a game.
I'm the tinker toy of his choice.
Please build me a backbone.
Not of flesh and tissue just used to hoist.

I'm deceitful in all of my ways but most.
A few things locked in my passionate folder.
So would you please build me a backbone?
To seize this off of my shoulders.

I have a spine.
Composed of cartilage and nerve endings.
Used to feel, heal, hurt, and repair.
But a backbone is what I need to barricade my pretending.

As proud as I am.
As happy as I seem.
I am a excavated ribcage.
Build me a backbone just for me.

I keep spreading this rumor.
Someone isn't who they seem.
I am intimately that person.
The internal droid that hides my dream.

Build it from fact.
With my in crested signature.
Fasten it into my soul.
Sync it with a ligature.

So build me a backbone.
Stop my eager grinning tooth.
It spreads so little from it's stained friend.
It leaks all but my determined truth.

Blind

Catch me in my own comparativeness.
I had what you desperately desired.
Using your lungs to find myself.
Your scenes engulfed in this fire.

She lives through this sheet
of unnecessary shadow
Using my eyes
to find the motive to let go.

Why can't you see
The vines that hide inside of me?
Tendrils of life trying to be free.
but even with my blind eyes you can't find what we need.

This sarcastic remnant
The arogent stench.
Crawling inside my hollow sockets.
Moving with out a flinch.

eating at my memories.
Taunting at my viens.
Pulling me into myself.
Imploding leaving no remains.

Only the area
in which I left.
Can you feel me earning
into yourself?

The dirt under your nails
trying to claw out of your skin.
Your locked in your body
Your mind wiped clean of sis.

Existing in the dirt.
Only as a smile.
I'll be with you shortly.
just wait a little while.

As difficult as it is.
As futile as my aspirations seem.
I rip at my blind eyes
until you and me could be.