Textures

Things are made of thought

Things are really brooding on

What they're made of

Swallow down what they're choking on

Things are fine drawn though often swollen with pain

Searching out the seam makes life worth it's suffering

Things have begun to come apart at these seams

Things that are broken mean so much more to me

These names

From which I fade

I can be larger, a myriad, I wait

Hear my pain

From which I fade

I can be lager, a myriad, I ache

I can be larger, a myriad pieces into which I break

Took my mind away in shame from the understanding we thought we had gained

As we're nowhere near mouthing

(what) the world is made of…

WORDS

Weld together by

Incompletion and lies

Overlapping the amorphous wonder

Of simply being alive

Please relieve this clasp

This choking thick knot

Of deep-lived emotions

For the like we had even no name

And release this questioning woe

Which answers you know

Always misled by delusions and the such

How did my dear mind cope ?

I can be larger, a myriad, I break……

Held in between all I was…

I have come to realize

That my scorn and my bitterness…

Held me captive all this time

And they build up, they filled up

This hunger deep inside

And they sought, they brought up

A yearning so profound

I never cry

These tears I hold inside

For they tell

The thruth about you and I

In dreams

I asked you to be my bride

So together we could weep

Over the death child you cradle in your arms…

For all I could, all I would

Was swallow down the words that made me realize

That whatever I stuffed up, whatever I crammed up

Within this hole I call myself

Imperfection would always be mine

Humanity's tears I would have to cry

For all it took was to take a look

into the face of the death child she held so tight

And realize the face was mine and they would help me

with the myriad tears I have to cry