have you ever considered yourself?

every blink
every breath
every heart beat

is just part of
a long countdown
that never seems
to last quite
long enough.

there’s a bullet
nestled in this chamber.
it looks cold and
i just want to
give it a nice warm home.

knowledge is power
and also a weapon.
so what would you call
the knowledge of
the whereabouts
of a powerful weapon?
because i have that.
i just don’t know
what i’m going to do
with all of this power.

i’m well; so why don’t you
come in and have a seat,
kick up your feet. relax.
this can be your home
if you like.
just promise me that
while you’re here
you’ll take over my appliances
trash my upholstery
and eat all my food.
i want you to overstay
your welcome.
i want you to
make your presence overwhelming.
make of you to spread
across this world.
and when you can’t fit in
with me anymore,
cut me out and find somewhere else.
take over.
just make sure you
start with me.
i’m well right now;
i don’t want to be.

matter cannot be destroyed
or created; but,
it can be changed
or rearranged for alternate purposes.
so, i guess i can take solace
in knowing that the amount i used to matter
hasn’t been lost to the world,
just reallocated to something
or someone better.

it seems that when people
are willing to open,
primed and ready for
true exploration;
the ones who should be
diving in,
decide that something else
has tickled their fancy.

you are left open,
hoping someone might notice you
and take a little leap
into the wonders you have hidden.
no one does.
you’re the unearthed treasure
that no one will touch.

every dam has its capacity.
the same is said for any person.
i am the drop capable of
pushing them pass it.

it is in the heat of the moment,
it is under the heat of pressure,
it is in the heat of passion,
that we feel our first true chill.

bluefeathernotes:

flawsstitchedwithgoodintentions:

have you ever noticed
how good poets are
at breaking things
that were meant to be
whole?

scattering pieces
of their soul—
a reflection birthing
different visions
or simply mirroring
faults and wrong
impressions.

this is our attempt,
our journey to
illuminate precisely
what it is that
made such
dark and broken souls.

it is in my nature
to push the limits.
i have been trained
to test theories
that wouldn’t be proven
without experimentation.
my education dictates
that i try
over and over again
to answer a question
that may or may not
need to be asked.
this life is my own
personal laboratory
and you are atop
my lab bench.
i will poke and prod,
cut and pull at you
until i think all of my
questions have been answered.

i am a scientist.
i learn from experimentation.
you are playing
a dangerous game
with a dangerous man.