scull the water to sail above the wave

Strung from the sky Unknown handlers Titanium rods Turn to  Overcooked spaghetti Triggers unseeing Time silent  Clock unforgiving  Strung from every joint Individual handlers Ghost into one  Broken marionette  Frayed strings  Breaking connection Joints rust Wood rots Broken relationship With the unknown Unknown Marionette

The matchstick house Little wooden sticks Red soldier heads  All lined up in rows Ready to ignite Uniform mind and body Individuality eradicated Mechanical lines Breakable alone Ignite only with individuality Burn or Build Choice is of the beholder Conform burn it all Fall out of line Create a new Matchstick House

Painting Life with Limitations Dripping sweat of frustration Grimacing trying to get it right Paintbrushes emerge from your shackles Paints emerge from your tears Gods wings splaying the palette Arrays of colors come and go Battle from within to paint  Picking up brushes Dropping paint Situations emerge on the canvas Falling down  Kaleidoscope of flames Emerges from within Creating new colors of paint Confines releasing beauty

Supergluing Shattered Dreams Supergluing smithereens Shattered shards Illusions of dreams Darkness overwhelms Bright white lights Dizzying lying Shining a dangerous destiny Supergluing history Cutting futures Disfigured pieces Don't fit just bleed Grasping wildly Thinking it's the future Pain has masked into pleasure Red and silver strands Twist into a complex braid Braids choking darkness into light Shattering the shards Try to put them back Grasping in bloody vain The light fades All that's left Shards of history Bloody shards Far-Close Which is real Or just an illusion Bright lights in smoke Glue collapses lungs of choice Slowing gray calm Silver red smoke Dancing into shards Shards of broken dreams

Invisible Shadows Shadows of invisibility  Point, whisper My back isn't a point of view Existing as a wall Others expectations Beamed onto the stones What they want to see Failing to breathe Red waterfalls swallow stones The source invisible to all Watching cracks form Criticized to perfection What my walls should be  How could the rocks look better Piecing shards of stone back together Forgetting and erasing The fortress from before their time Someone else's shadow of a soul

Illusions of Grandeur Plant more flowers Yell quieter Dust off bookshelves Keep doors locked Souls chained up Behind a mirrors of smiles Plexiglass bends Hearts don't feel Cracks in foundation Too deep to heal Clocks strike Mice escape Silently tiptoeing  Searching for warmth Burned,turn away Never looking back Glass illusions Distort perspectives Dancing,flying Illusions of grandeur

Dry Mind Spell Hacking at dry ground Sound reverberating in emptyness Sun beams of self deprication Turn hope into dispair Droplets of preservation Swallowed whole in parched ground Cracks begin to form Starting to raise dirt Mind tells you to stop Enough for today No need to get to the core The firery,melting metal Painful truths lie beneath Dry dirt  Illusion of a shield Creating mirages of dry minds