Lock me up and throw away the key – I shall no longer feel you inside of me. I am stuck here now and will go nowhere. Not till I’m long dead and the shadow lurks no more. Press the button, put me out of my misery, Run away and leave me for dead and gone are you to me. You are are no longer. You are wild and free and I am me.

tired of...
moving faster
talking louding
bragging harder
fighting always
looking better
working longer...
when it's pointless.
no point.
no reason.
move on.

It's not that complicated
she said
while the sheets were strewn
and the hems were tucked
There's more to this than meets the eye
he said
while the hooks dug deep
and the guns fired aimlessly
To be at peace is all that you can...
To be alive is all that you can...

Tsunamis rage while tempers storm,
I long for sweet release and a western calm.

I'm boiling over, put me out.
Escape is at hand but denied by the gravity of you.

Tears for my ire are undeserved.
Yet you cry them, and feel for me, what I cannot.

Wring me out like a tired old rag.
Corner me, suffocated and trapped,
unable to remove the chasm here.
Lost amid your silent screams, terrorized intercessions.
Leave me now, give me peace.
Float away, high on your mighty white steed
and never cross me again.
For you will not win in this game,
because there IS no game here - only family, only love
and all the fires you can light,
all the traps you can set -
can never burn this house,
can never block the way out.

Ghosts of Christmast past loom and haunt
Won't you please come and wipe my memory clean?
I don't want these thoughts, I don't feel good about them anymore.
You changed things.
You withdrew, telling me I hurt you, that you didn't trust me.
Throwing blame like you throw confetti.
It still landed on me, clear across the city.
Came to me throuh a cable and a screen, to puncture my safe bubble.
Still affected by the guilt of your blame-blower
with no good reason for it.
I know this is your game, I know you can't handle it
and have to put it back on others.
Not this time, this time is the last time.
You can carry it yourself now. You can feel the pain of responsibility,
the burden of lifting your own weight.
I'm so much stronger now, my muscles have grown bigger, my spirit larger.
I just don't have as much to carry around anymore.
All because of you.

So don't try and hand me back the heaviest piece of you,
because I haven't got any room left in my arms.
It's been taken up with lightness, brightness, fresh and sweet.
It's giving my arms more and more power.
I can lift more than just two now.
I can lift the world too.

So have a good Christmas, and remember me well.
I think it's fine that we'll never talk again.
You've already broken your promise
and there's no taking it back.

I won't say sorry.
There's nothing to be sorry for with this he-said she-said banter.
I stand by all my words
Be a man and stand by yours.
But if you can't, then I
simply can't respect you.
So good luck to you and yours,
I'm thanking my lucky stars,
That I'll never see 'yours' again.

Peace be with you. Now and forever.

" There are many wonderful things to do and only you can do them."

brought to tears
almost
stunned silence as I gaze
paralyzed by feeling
overwhelming flood
awash in gravity
pulling down
me around you
you around me

you laugh and giggle and tell me I look so serious.
all I want to do is cry because it all hit me -
just now - smacked me in the head like a storm window flying open
from gale force winds.

hold me now, don't let me blow away in this torrent.