Inspired

I am sad.
The light burns too bright for me.
The birds sing too loudly for me.
My heart beats too strongly for me.
I run and hide.
I try to hide from the world.
I am sad.

I am glad.
The rain is pouring down on me.
The tears are flowing from my eyes freely.
My soul is searing in glorious pain.
I am feeling.
I try to embrace the emotional tidal wave.
I am glad.

I am mad.
The man is telling lies to me.
The fool inside wants me to believe.
My mind yells he's playing a trick on me.
I am screaming.
I tried to avoid this moment for weeks.
I am mad.

Inspired in a spiral of see-sawing emotional diseasters.
I am every emotion.
I am no emotions.
I am sad.
I am glad.
I am mad.
This up has no down, but to turn my life around.
Inspired I spiral out of control dancing with my remote control.

No Pressure

the deadline is approaching, the system is exploding.
there is no way you can meet the demands.
just watch as your waistline expands.
you hear the blah, blah, blah
come out the technical mouths attached to the logical heads
you see your hands fly across the keyboard to their commands.
there's no pressure, no pressure at all.
there's no pressure, no pressure at all.

the bills are due tomorrow and the cash is running out.
you just got paid but the bank account is negative.
the juggling act just isn't cutting it
all you have is never enough
but there's no pressure, no pressure at all.
there's no pressure, no pressure at all.

the doctor won't see you without your copay
the prescriptions can't be filled unless you pay
how can i feel any better if i can't take my pills
all this pressure that doesn't exist is killing me here.
but it's all in my head, this pressure i feel.
sinus' are causing the brain to swell, there's no anxiety
just an infection that i can't afford to get healed.
there's no pressure, no pressure at all
there's no pressure, nope, no pressure at all.

The Days I Waste

There are days where time moves so slowly I feel every second in a minute pass by.
If that is boredom, then I know it well.
The hours I've wasted staring up at the sky,
With my mind creating images and patterns where none exist.
The mind is an ego-centric being trying to impress
Upon the clouds its own designs.

I hear in the distance a dog barking and a bird singing.
I feel the sun warming my flesh.
I see the periwinkle sky dotted with the white wisps of clouds.
Yet I am thinking about the nothingness of it all.
The hollowness that is inside my soul processes no emotions.

I only know the world by its cold aethestics.
The subtle tones and varying shades of humanity are lost to me.
Another hour today is no different then an hour tomorrow.
I've burned out my emotional retinas.
My perception is tainted with the bitterness of heartbreak.