I am high as I am typing this.
There is an Exacto knife beside me and I am contemplating weather or not to allow it's cold sweet lips to kiss my arms again.
It has been so very long since I danced with blades.
I miss the soft feel of the metal, and the sharp bite of serenity.
Oh how I longed to hold you each night, letting you caress my soft skin as the tears poured down my somber face.
You soothed me.
loved me,
helped me.
With your understanding I could place you back into your pouch and return to the world with a smile.
You took my fears, confusions, and hatred from me.
I sacrificed blood so that you and I could always be together.
But look at you now.
Your not the same.
Your look different but you are the same healer.
I shoved you aside for what are now empty promises.
He hated you,
They told me you were wrong, they even took you away from me.
but now, now we are together again.
What does it matter if people say something. We are together and that's all I need.
The drugs make everything so much better, and all I need now is you to feel happy.
Complete.

I don't know whether or not I will let you kiss me now.
But you are here, and I won't let you go again.

©2010
Morgan Doowrah

Branches

There isn't anything in this world that could keep the sanity within our minds.
Once we have been exposed to the darkness and tragedies of the world, it's hard to go back to the simplicity and normalcy of what was.
No human creation or divine intervention can erase the splotches of one's mind.
Once a scratched record always a scratched record.
Humans falter and it is to be expected.
What falls beyond the wall is all to familiar if you really look, but no one wants to.
Beauty is neither skin or emotions. It's safety.
We look for reassurance in what is untouchable or natural, yet we build faulty security in what we find new and innovative.
When a tree falls, the branches fall to.
After all aren't we just a repeat of those who came before?
Clones of our own mistakes?
Emotions are the creation of working minds in unison, and that alone can create an uprising in unsorted matters.
To deal with a problem, one needs to first secure and study what exactly it is that is causing this unanticipated disruption,
and once the answer has been decided we turn in dismay of the truth.
If we are spending eternities and eons searching for the answer and creation of such a power, then why can we not accept it when we discover it?

We are a network of wires and branches.
Each nerve creates a different feeling within us.
If given half the chance to return to our sheltered and naive pasts,
humans would return to the fetus we were before time began.
It's hard to move forward when your minds trapped in the past...


©2010
Morgan Doowrah