Scribbled Thoughts

Carve my popularity

into a rock,

its nature unchanging

except when it’s

defiled

by the surroundings,

causing it to shrink

and blend

into dirt.

The end of peace

enabled through movement

and sound,

its story complete,

leaving you alone

to find another

or remain stuck

in the moment.

Discover at a distance

so it’s not marked,

your mind confused later

when you find it anew

but see it familiar

and you question

what else

fails to be

a surprise.

Rise from scalding

and swipe away

the breeze

that offers relief,

too scared

of what healing

will bring.

Twin attack

from opposite sides,

united in disappointment

and roused by a

muted despair

to corrupt the pure

who try to free them.

Talk of yourself

and turn up your own volume

to drown out

all interruptions

that remind you

you’re not everything.

Scrub into stiffness

clean into pain,

fresh into tiredness

and success into black.

Reach out

to a life giver

who regrets

your continued existence,

seeing a mistake

that won’t fade away

and no answer

to erase you.

Play the melody

of the soul

and intermingle

the events

that formed you,

breathing your story

into sound

and exposing yourself

to those

who really listen.

Dangle the motivation

and snatch it away

after you’ve used them

how you wanted,

laughing that they’re

still desperate enough

to jump for the next one

over and over.