Blink.

The ticking of the clock,
wait no.
Those ticks and tocks are birds chirping,
day is already breaking and I haven’t slept an ounce.
Help?
Mr.Sandman come and stay awhile,
have a drink, lets get to know each other, please?
I need you now,
it’s day two
still waiting for rest.
Keep me company on these long nights and tell me when will the coffee be
ready?

Her cries pierce the monotone hum of the air conditioner.
She needs help?
No, overreaction?
Stop these cries, oh please.
Please?
Let her innocent spirit sleep tonight,
just one night.
Please?
Hide the tears of a restless child.
Shield her dreams from the reality she lives in.
Keep her nose from ruining my tshirt as I hug her so tight
Because I might cry,
Again.
Please?
She is defenseless.
And I can only help to change her sheets.

When you have a crazy friend remember, it might just be a matter of time before they turn on YOU.
Before they forget any bond or love or care you had
for THEM.
The moment all the demons that have been in them find release in
rage,
in fists, in screams, and hate
all headed at YOU.
Words will be of no use,
for they have lessons to be….
learned.

Please take care,

Remember that this skin is not leather;
I am not built of gears and biomechanics.
I am but a sunflower.
Growing and reaching for the sun.
Stem so strong but your harsh winds of
Insults, laden with bitter acid rains.
Wear and Tear and Eat at my leaves,
like an infectious caterpillar.
Holes shine bright through my great leaves,
pieces of petals covered in pollen scatter the floor.
A delicate flower caught in your storm.
Roots showing clinging tight to the grounded earth
If only you had been the shelter not the insect.
The love and not the drought.
The light and not the hanging cloud.
The CO2 and not the toxic fumes,
that filtered through my stamen,
poisoning my air, my life, my stream.
So please take care when you come across my roots,
they’ve been loosened and pulled,
and just a little unstable.
Yet rain and time keep me growing,
searching for the light.

And it’s growing.
Digging roots into chest.
A heart cavity vase.
Thorns shred tissue,
Yet such beauty in pain.
Buds flourish with each pounding of the heart
Crimson petals
Drop
Drop
Drop
.
.
.
Entangled in veins.
Is it all in vane?

Fingers tingle with energy that’s
been flowing since the dawn of time.
Perched at an edge
Pushed by a flutter of wind
Sweat crawls up the collar…
Oh how the sun shines
Shine on me.
Me.