Little Bird Poetry

 Things will never work themselves out It's always something new Death Depression Pain Repeat My jaw aches  I eat the hit Every Single  Time No one lives up to their promises No one loves you for anything but themselves Most men only want to know you as deeply as they can get themselves inside of you It's a trap The idea of being happy For it only occurs in fleeting moments Begging to be chased Yet never staying too long Because it will never be about what you want Only the needs and wants of others It Simply Doesn't  Happen Never will I be privy to a nice life Or any realizations of the dreams  I've so desperately clung to Those fraying intertwines of fibers Sheared and spun From the deepest sinews of the heart My needs and wants Will always play second to the ego of another As at the end of the day Not everyone is destined for anything more Than laying next to a mass of flesh That echoes the sounds  Emulating reflections of yourself Love is blind For how ...

 Cool sanded wood greets my worn feet walls stretching infinitely before me here the morning light always dances through crystal panes the trains rumble in the distance birds now just beginning their serenade for the dew a time before any thought fully forms when peace is simply the only thing present the air just cold enough to get my skin to prickle my hair hangs just so  over my shoulders just brushing the small of my back I'm happy comfortable in my own skin maybe its raining  maybe there isn't a cloud to be seen it never really has mattered time does not ever cross the emptiness of my thoughts just feeling feeling joy never too loud but just enough to warm my chest  and keep me content frames grace the pale walls carefully arranged  each holding their own place in time throughout the years snapshots of the memories I can't forget  things lost to my spirals into the decades each frame my fingers brush  floods my senses  moments that make me wa...