Stimulation

Shoot me up your veins

Let me stimulate your blood, your brain

Light me up, inhale

Let me inspire your mind, your jail

You’ve found I have a kick

That pulses between your tendons

I’m the twitch in your muscles

The pressure on your lungs

Don’t fight the freedom

It’s now or never baby

Peace and love have left us

All you need is me

I crumble between your fingers

Leaving my powder under your nails

Don’t worry, they won’t find us

Don’t scratch, they won’t know

I’ve become the heat in your throat

And you’ve discovered that cool can’t calm you

I can’t help but widen your eyes

You can see them in your view

Don’t fight the freedom baby

All you need is me

Don’t let them find us baby

All you need is me

Shoot me up your veins

Hurry now

Let me stimulate you blood, your brain

Faster

Light me up, inhale

Don’t stop

Let me inspire your mind, your jail

Never forget my release

They’re coming

Remember what we’ve created

They’re here

And you’re still dilated

They are the Ocean

In the light, seconds are fragile,

And speed determines

The vacancy and capacity.

Pastel reincarnation of the old

Creates the lowest high-rise

Giving birth to childhood.

As light waves multiply,

Color is accustomed.

A gift from God

Is the detail given.

They are the ocean.

In the murk, masked marauders mingle.

Muffled language melts away

To never reveal their mystery.

Betwixt lone fingers of jade,

A gentle needle weaves,

Binding taut with a thread of bubbles.

As sound waves struggle,

Silence is accustomed.

Those gifts from God

Have not been given.

Taste their presence

They are the                      

ocean.

Tears and Joy

Sometimes when I wake up,

I see pictures in my head.

People smile big, like they had just finished laughing and were finally catching their breath, and then suddenly remember why it was that they were laughing in the first place.

Sometimes I can hear the laughter for a second, but mostly it’s just a dim echo of a memory.

I wonder why those people are never crying. Their mirth causes tears, but sorrow and pain are never present on their shiny, shiny faces.

I love to cry just as much as I love to laugh, they both cause a tightness in my chest that makes me feel as if I’m not breathing around a gapping chasm between my lungs any more.

Tears are just the inconvenience of crying. The shoulder wracking, cheek stretching spasms are what create the sutures that stitch me back up after I have been broken. Crying brings anguish back to a stable condition, and laughing brings joy to a peak.

I’ve finally come to realize that those people are what motivate me to open my eyes those mornings, because those are the mornings after nights of melancholy, and I am grateful.

so, Jesus, yeah

he is my life

thank God

i wouldn't want to be one of those people you see everyday at school

wondering why they are always alone.

thank you jesus for substance and stability