Broken Brain

My brain is broken.

Pieces and shards mashed together.
A different puzzle, an alternate solution.
All held to the same reality.
My brain is broken, and the world doesn’t fit.
The trials by fire,
the reactionary prose.
All settle into the disjointed synapses.
My brain is broken, and I don’t know how to fix it.
Its stuck on repeat, faster and faster it turns.
My mind clicks.
Its frozen solid, still in intent and tenacity.
My brain is broken, but it shines.
Bright with brilliance, and hope.
An iridescent home to my dreams, light from the inside.
My brain is a mosaic, trapping music and myth.
Safely housing all I could be, and no key to be found.
So my brain remains broken.
A rusted lock behind trap doors.
Lost inside it self.
Perfection in utter solitude.
My brain is lost.

On the road.

We will dance on the road.
As the new light touches our skin.
All the ghosts I believed in, are humming a melody.
A quiet tune for exhausted souls.
We are dancing without words.
Forward to the city limits.
Breathless and weary, we are headed home.
Guided by the ghosts I know.
You are beautiful to behold.
Drenched in the dawn.
Dancing through gardens and glass.
So still on the roof where you touch heaven.
I’m dancing on the road.
Slowly on my toes.
Cloaked in night
Humming that tune.

That girl

That girl of yours-
So bright and silent.
A beauty effortless in application.
It drenched you in her grace.
Steady in form, the anchor of your hope.
She’s that girl, that girl of yours.
The one that could run, and never be wrong.
The ground that launches you so high, is her essence.
Who she is.
Still and judgement free.
With a million tears at her feet will whisper “you’re okay”
That girl – your tether to reality.
She will hold tight while you fly.
That girl of yours – too good for us that walk the earth.
She’s to strong- stronger in heart than all the forces you’ll never be.
The one to strong to walk away.
That girl of yours.

Alone

I’m to tired.
So exhausted.
These hours make me feel all alone.
In a dark room.
A red blanket, and old pillows.
I’m scared to touch your space.
The side that was yours. 
A fight so strong.
Now we are all alone.
I forget the days
Just to obsess over the missed nights.
Our beige sheets compliment blue walls.
But remind me of the scars on your back.
My weary soul.
Cries to be so strong.
To shine all alone.

The stars.

Trace sensual lines through the sky.
A map of convoluted routes and destinations of identity.
Reign with assumptive authority over shimmering waves of lust.
Reflected honesty illuminates the sun.
With what once was.
Direct me to center of the heavens,
A million miles away from reality.
Mere seconds from connection.
Glittering star light drawn to your gravity.
Stretching to your luminous heart.
A singular event amongst the planets of my dreams.
A path to you. An entrance to the sky above. Buried in the soil below.
Wrap me in sleep.
Hold me with you.
An identity of me.