Don't Give Up

Jesus died for you.
He gave up his stainless life,
let them torture and kill him
for you.
Why would He do that if you were worthless?

Nausea

You're on a spinning merry-go-round,
a million miles an hour
and are told to point in a direction and jump
and somehow hit the right target.
Hit it on the first try,
or you'll suffer.

Perhaps you're not ready to jump?
Perhaps you just wish things would slow down...
but you must have a direction.
You must have a direction.
Jump! Jump! JUMP!
Don't just stand there!
GOD DAMN IT, WHAT WILL YOU DO WITH YOUR LIFE?!?!

It's no wonder suicide rates are highest among college students.

This is my 100th post!

Altruism scares the shit out of me.
For once I'd like to be loved selfishly.
If someone can say that they want what they see,
then I'll know just how much of theirs I can be.

Easy Answers

Most call me naiive,
but sometimes I wonder if they're just too afraid
to think that maybe the solutions,
love and harmony,
are as simple as I think they are,
because then they'd have to try
to achieve them.

My Ears are Cold

I cry about being a martian
while you place your arms around me,
while shaking you and the dripping faucet keep rhythm.

Like your making smiling snowflakes, sharing Santa hat,
fearful and wonderful self,
things are just cute.

You want it to show my cheer,
I accept, because your hair looks so right when it's all mussed.

Half-eyes, whole heart,
and a million cans of caffeine coma,
and I'm simply stricken.

Some say it's soon,
I say not everyone sees.
"It's complicated" doesn't mean it shouldn't happen,
because in the very eye of the tornado, it is very,
very simple.

I have two worlds,
one challenging and one
perfect; unseen.
I wonder if you know that you're in both.
One of the many impossible walls you've scaled.
Enjoy your prize.

You may be scared,
but you don't realize that you've already beaten the odds;
beaten past my fears;
beaten my brains out trying to find a reason to not take
exactly what I prayed for.

We're both still canoodling, so I'd say, as forcefully as I can,
shut up.
Kiss me.
It's not like I love you or anything.
Bazinga.

Beautiful Arms

My day has chilled my toes to the loss of sensation
and the grinding of skin as though it were bone
and the ice throughout the underside of my skin.
"Lay your cold here," you say.
I press into your heated blanket of a body,
and you absorb the shivering child that is me,
and, melting, I become
your
woman.

A Better Situation

I'm still in love with the man I thought you were,
but the man you actually are
makes a much better friend,
so I can't complain.

Love?

"Here's my heart!"
You say.
I say,
"You can have mine, too,
if you help me look for the pieces."