Reality Somewhere between buried and suspended The darkness inside has again been contended Now I see my own face in the mirror No amount of this could ever make it unclear Cut loose the safety rope that you continue to hold Your soul isn't free until it's been sold The veil over my eyes starts to dissipate The veil I need to penetrate Stop wasting the hours Stop wasting the minutes The taste in your mouth is sour Because it is selfishness And since you have another chance You had better grab it I'm no longer stuck in the same dance Here I am, I almost have it And I'm still unsure If I prefer my mind clear Or if I liked it better cloudy

The Empty Time Time has no applicable meaning It's straight, curved, and leaning It's an empty box full of distance It beats down the human resistance It rules us all with its iron grip It has no hands yet uses a whip It crushes down the crumbling hope Leading on, like a perilous rope The pills and alcohol slowed it down But now you can't tell what's solid ground It took you in with its beautiful allure Has it been minutes or hours? You aren't quite sure How long have you been standing here Alone in this empty room Are you still on earth or have you met your doom? Time is a liquid that you can't quite see It's a solid form pulling like gravity It's there even though you can't tell It dwells in the rabbit hole you once fell Now I'm left naked and bare The minutes stretching until they might tear I cannot recall a single face or rhyme I am sinking lost in the nothingness of time

The Painter She paints the world with all the #life She creates a world without all strife She knows her colors and her stroke Her brush is poised just like a knife The colors shape and soon portray The rise and fall of night and day Perhaps they show the leaves that sway Or paint a boat to take me away Her mind begins to unwind to explore From burning stars to the ocean floor Her ideas begin to finally conceive In the painting she begins to weave Perhaps she'll tuck away a shining curl And give her brush a flourished whirl For she is a painter, an artist And her creativity runs farther than the farthest The girl dances with her brush Her fingers move in a delicate rush She spins her story that's in her head Just like this #poem which you have now read

Masks Let the light dissolve away Two masks that revolve all day One says leave, the other says stay One is rough and one is tame I change them daily like a shirt They transform if I'm happy or hurt They are simply masks that I wear To hide what I'm afraid might tear I try to impress you and be like him Even when that means muscular and trim So I exert myself to not spoil it I puke my guts out into the toilet See you might think I'm being rough That I'm acting all tough I'm just expressing my thoughts and times And telling them in the form of rhymes I try to be someone more for her Sometimes I might act like me But other times I'll wait and see I want to rip off this mask and be free I know that I have for her my love Yet I'm afraid that I'm below and she above I'm paranoid she would want more Not just what I have in store I'll fill myself up just like a flask Perform my pretend tasks For in my falseness I will bask And every day I'll chisel away a mask

My Lighter You look so beautiful and so sweet Dancing to an unheard beat Burning bright and leaping high Such a sight that'll never die The slight hiss, I move my wrist The metal sprays a fiery mist The sparks are only a catalyst Out springs a glowing kiss You move like you have a soul Perhaps you are inside a ghoul Perhaps you are not dead That you listen to every word said My gaze you may hypnotize It stays as you quickly rise I can't draw away from the light My eyes won't blink or close from the sight I put you away You'll come out later today But for now Inside your case you shall stay