There's too much

There’s too much in my heart now,
I feel that muchess coming on,
An explosion of emotion denied
Emerging to consume me in black pitch

I grieve intensely at watching news
Other’s misfortune tearing me apart,
I laugh heartily at silly sitcoms
Like they are as funny as they think they are.

It always happens, its happening now
I panic, as life begins again
The fear returns of all of life,
And while I remember all of the advice…

Well every word against every drug grows clear
And I stare them in the face and do it anyway
Maybe nothing that would make me look bad
But killing myself and soul in every little way

And I wonder how to get out of this destructive cycle
Or is this what it means to be a fallen me
Maybe we always must deal with this nature
That asks us to destroy ourselves in night

The Simple Things

What if I don’t want to write about my life to today?
What if I want to write how pretty the green grass is?
What if I want to write about how everyone else hates
The wood paneling in my house, but I think it’s pretty groovy?

What if I want to write about how the light hits my heart?
What if  I want to write about my precious little puppy sleeping?
What if all I ever really want to write about it my pretty puppy dog?
I don’t know why…maybe I see something of her in me?

It’s like she is what I hold onto sometimes,
A being that still loves me, a creature chill and happy,
Docile and perfect. Embarrassed when she makes mistakes,
But let me tell you, she’s just darlin’.

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