Politely

Ask me, 

not politely

for a viral anxious cause.

I'm searching,

however distant

for a place 

where I belong.

To feel the inner meddling

of some rising

biding tide.

To round out

the sharp edges

turn wonder 

into pride. 

Given distant glances,

a future unrefined

I see you in the distance

though, I'm not sure if you're mine

Some savage unseen humor,

a ravage angry fear.

I guess it's just a meddling

inner tingling

less than you can hear.

Nothing short of anxious

nothing past excessive whims

maybe I'll see the bottom, 

but, the top seems still

so near. 

Earth Quake

Can I get an accurate depiction
of an abstract concrete mind
I swear I saw us from a distance,
then realized I'd fall behind

Not to mention concentration
or the need to hit rewind
not to mention dedication
or an ability to shine

can you see it now?
...the motion
or are we already lost

in time

It's the weight of the reaction
the a subtle switch of some kind
the way the world did crumble
while our eyes looked toward the sky

An brutal hesitation
a swift abrupt release
a lack of satisfaction
burried down there
far beneath

can you see it now?
the motion
or are we already lost

in time
an abstract concrete mind
a need to hit rewind

somewhere lost
in time

Concrete

Here I am
standing on a pillar
made of glass
you keep telling me
it's concrete
but, I can see the cracks

I keep on closing
my eyes
trying to beleive
but, the shatters
I can feel them
underneath
my feat

Luminescent

I forgot your life was golden, broken sparkles, that somehow, despite all odds come together, perfectly luminescent. That they shine like broken glass in the midday sun, shattered yet, absolutely mystifying. The example of something so fragile, yet utterly strong, so delicate, yet terrifically dangerous. You, piece it back together, your little life. Yes, there will be glue, or plaster, or strands of hair, or sand...extra sand, but the finished piece, it will be whole. It will be whole again, except... exactly how you want it. Luminescent.