twenty-six: monsters inside.

for the first time

in a long while

there are words

inside me

that can't escape.

they cant find a way out

probably because these busy hands

haven't given them alone time

with a simple

utensil, the pen.

the words just bounce

and scatter

like those water droplets

above that basin

hanging in mid air,

still for barely a blink

before crashing and assimilating

into the bowl of my brain

once more.

there is alliteration on my tongue,

an alligator in my brain,

a pain in my ankle,

and a rift in my subconscious...

all because

there are worlds

stuck

like monsters inside me.

day one: unfinished business.

some things

never seem

to be done

while others

just enjoy

being undone

while some

seem to scream

"don't forget about me!"

other say

"don't waste your time..."

some are comfortable

with neglect

others, fear it.

some things

should be left

to be done

by the right

caring hands

while others

anyone can handle.

my heart is one

of these somethings.

which one,

its not sure

and neither am i.

so here's to the somethings

that need love

and affection

and here's to the things

that somehow

manage to go without.