What do the five fingers say to the face?

SLAP!!!!

Two earth plates are rubbing together with so much force that your whole world will be destroyed if you do not do something about the friction and you have the solution to reverse the whole process. Would you use it or just sit on it for awhile and hope maybe it will fix itself in enough time? Ding, ding, ding...

Huff, puff, sigh, roll your eyes, slouch, raise your voice, walk away, put me down, run, squirm, slam doors and leave all while I am trying to talk. Is this the way you get me to lose my point? Deep inside you know I have one. Is it not your way? If it is not the way you plan can you handle it? Perhaps run away from it maybe it will fix itself? Shall I cave in again? Should it be that big of a deal when there are principles and morals and love involved? When I look over by my side are you going to be there? When I slip and fall will you up pick me up? Some days I feel as though our world is full of lies, which brings up the saying, "what wicked webs we weave when we set out to deceive." We walk on equal ground yet we have played it in different ways, you still have your honor and I am the devil in carnate. The ones who condemn me see me in director's eyes, the way I should be played out as written in your script, but I am a person who like everyone else has their sorrows, mistakes and failures and in the end learns from those stumbles along the way; however, they haven't read the true story, the one that is really the life between us. I have come to find that I know you all to well. I love you but I am not the only one who has to grow. Within myself I see how I have grown and I know you do too. Inside I know you want to change, yet you let it out bits at a time and then once it is let go you snap it back in again. Truth be told I wanted to love that "butterfly effect" of what can be or could have been and now it is all up to you for this "game" should not be played much longer.

Farewell

I secretly cherish all the moments,
wrapped up in hours, minutes, seconds.
As the clock ticks on I should protect you,
yet I'm preparing to let you die.
I hope you know somehow I want you,
I struggle to say goodbye.

Cherishing every moment,
as the clock ticks on inside.
I want to protect you,
but I am preparing to let you die.
And though I really love you,
I'm told it's best to say goodbye.

Bad or Good...

Not ready for what is here. If I had a choice I would tell it to go away until it was time. I am not sure if it is coming or what will happen. Ashamed in a way that it is now. Old I sit here, old it seems anyway. Now or never runs through my head. What would it be like? Am I ready? Definitely not alone. I can't do it alone. Is this age enduring, will it be enough years to support? Can my wishes come true and make it all go away? Every night since I felt it, every night since my mind told me the what if, I have wished it away. If I wish it away will it curse me in the future? This is my secret and I am not sure if I can live it again.

Hoping, wishing, swimming...

This space is empty...
If I fall, will I be empty my whole life?
Is it normal to sit alone, staring at moving pictures with tears silently streaming from your eyes?
Why can't you give me the love I deserve-
it's not that you can't, my heart sighs...
it is that you won't...
This is the reason each slow steady trip of salt water eats away at my heart.
Alone, I sit in emptiness listening to the waves of my man-made ocean.