Eleventh Thought

It's so easy to write of sadness, it gushes forth from pen
Glues fingers to keyboard, relentlessly typing then
It soaks into the page, like blood into cloth
Flickers on screen like a fluttering moth

It's not so easy to write of happiness, it won't leave the tip of the pen
One can hardly sit still with the feeling until they leap up from the seat and
It gleams through the air and cannot be touched
It lives only in now, only fleetingly clutched

It's so easy to sing of happiness, it bursts forth like a bird
It spread good news to one and all, uplifts all who have heard
It leaves the body, yet fills the soul
It barrels forth, and leaves you whole

It's not so easy to sing of sadness, it catches fast in throat
You struggle hard to eject the shard that was so easily wrote
It tears your tonsils, gores your gums
Until you swallow it back to the pit it came from

Tenth Thought

I plead for hope
It's mine but it's not
I'm a shadow running towards the light trying not to be lost in the dark
I have hope if you let me
Hope for love and for life
Hope for success and meaning

Hope, a little something I hold onto in my chest, hold it tight,
until my knuckles turn white

Ninth Thought

For now, I am the spirit of darkness
None can touch me, I evade all conjecture
I am as smoke, undeniable but impossible to grasp
Choke on my spite

Eigth Thought

Mind screeches and grinds in a smattering a scattering of lost thoughts, so crazy yet so static
Moving a thousand miles an hour to nowhere, worrying about every last moment
pedantic
It's a bird burst in my mind, feathers out my ears and a screaming dying sound coming out of my eyes
It's last wishes, hopes and dreams tattooed to the inside of my skull
I reach in, pull it out
No you can't die no not yet, you had so much to live for so much and yet
You burst into being and out all at once within my head and now you're dead, blood pours out my eyes sticky and red
So many places you could have gone and sang your song to those who'd listen to the stories of kings and queens and chivalry and destiny
But apparently your destiny was to die an idea within my mind
paying no mind to the ones that lived there
peacefully until you sent gory shrapnel through their bodies
Reality or the possibilities therein embedding in bone and sinew
Lying dormant until you awake in spirit haunting victims burning their scars and scalding their souls
Carving their hearts out until bloody holes