Collection of poems

"Everything"

Im on a dark and lonely path, running from the turns and crevices that hold the unruly demons of my wicked past. I dont know who i am, but all that i am pours into words, mixing and intertwining with deep emotion.

I feel empty, and my ebony wings crinkle and close, the dainty feathers fall to the ground, trapping me to the earth, as i cannot fly any longer. But, i move my aching legs, and stretch my arms forward, my eyes, hollow, feel what left me long ago. Life. I breathe in the poisonous air, and i remove my mask that covers my imperfections and insecurities with false hope.

Pretending is a difficult task, but ending the game is even harder. My crooked, broken thumbs are my perfect paintbrush to my thoughts, with each word i pour out every feeling i have, and create the illusion of reality, i delve into this calm ocean of solitude, and ride a steed of peace. But it always, infinitely shatters back into the tiny pieces of nothing.

And nothing is all that i am, nothing is who i am. The un-answerable question; answered. I am nothing, no metaphor. I am what i have, i have endless and vast nothingness, but at least i own it. I don't need to rent my entertainment, or buy from our deprived government . I am the twisting and turning earth, and i am the dirt you think nothing of, yet it supports you as you walk upon it.

I am the gravity holding you from infinite falling. I am the first breath you take as you wake up from a slumber. I am important, but endlessly invisible. I am what is taken for granted, yet so needed to continue surviving. I am the cells, the atoms, the nucleus. I am everything, and now you ponder and question " how can you be nothing, but be everything?"

Because everything is built off of nothing, we humans are cells, two opposites, yet the same. You have to take nothing to create everything. My dear, people say nothing is impossible, but then isn't impossibility possible? Everything is a structure, a foundation to make you stronger, but to be the strongest, you have to have gone through the weakness of reality.

To be human, you have to lie, to understand honesty, you have to be honest to know a lie, and you have to breath to be alive. One thing in our mind, is only a billion in the world. I know who i am, but who are you? I am nothing; therefore, i am everything.