Bulletproof

A nihlilist

A cynic

Unforgettably unforgiven

A shining actor

Who believes this all to be true

An optimist
soft hearted

Benevolent

Beauty

Bathed in a

Bullet proof vest

Each choice

Peril

With each dream a nightmare

With each mistake

When cornered you break

Bathed

In a bullet proof vest

Strength is your weakness

You cling to it like an addict

I know it’s immence

Intricate

Critical

But beneath your vest is a heart

That loves

So much that it is deadly

Your fear

That makes your pulse race

Is your beauty

You are right

You are loved

Sleight of hand

Pick a card any card

Take the gamble and choose

Draw from the deck

Full of wild cards

You pause

You wait

Your eyes move side to side

Your hands in fists

As if

to fight fate itself

All because you aren’t willing

To risk

Too much time to decide

The minutes die

The clock gives in

And time stops

In the blink of an eye

The choice is a lie

Sleight of hand becomes

The truth

Suddenly

You hold the suicide king

And realize

You have become the card

You go numb

And with shaking hands

Except what was chosen for you

Your mouth dry with regret

Your tongue tied with protest

You place the card on an alter

Your pride is the sacrifice

Never again will these

Tricks be played

Next time, you say

Next time you say

Our hearts and the blade

A slammed door

Shudders as it shakes the frame

Emnity and rage

You open it

Slightly ajar

Because this goes far beyond hate

This is a blade

Sharpened against your hand

This is a lock

That falls dead

This is love

Nowhere is safe

Because the frailty

Comes from within

To look upon what you love

And shatter into pieces

To sacrifice your well cared for

Armor

To open the door and little wider

We are all fools

In the face of wild card

The balance beam

Between

Our hearts and the blade

The Things I Carry

Bring me peace

Step by step

Thought by thought

As I gather these postcards

Of my life

Pictures of where I have been

Who I have been

These faded marks upon

My body

Revealing my identity

My secrets

And my open mouthed honesty

Let me unravel

Let it spread

Like a dandelion in the wind

Like a penny in a wishing well

A prayer, an aspiration

As the tell tale signs

Begin to show

The path that I walk

Carrying my nostalgia in my pocket

Softly becoming