Monster Ball

This is probably the scariest place I have ever seen. People walk by with their eyes closed. Their minds are shut. Their hands are busy ignoring, as well. We are a world full of alone. Interaction is reduced like canned soup. Personable is a thing of the past.
People carry the world at their finger tips, in their pockets, glued to their ears. They can pretend to be anywhere at any moment. They can own it all without spending a dime. The world wakes them up. It watches them pass out. Hushed whispers are the only noise they make when speaking to their world. It makes them cry. It makes them laugh. It makes them smile. It tells them where to be and when to go.
This place isn’t filled with people anymore. Machines walk the streets and roam the halls. Death means less than life. Life could be traded for groceries. I am so alone here. Please, someone look up and notice that I am still here. I am still breathing, alive, and terrified. I am still here, where have you all gone?

Love.

I don’t know what it is
What it looks like
What it feels like
Who it belongs to
Or where it goes
What I do know
Is that everyone wants it
And it doesn’t exist
Because I can’t feel it
Taste it
Smell it
Or keep it
It isn’t a riddle
Or a question
An answer
Or rhyme
It isn’t or wasn’t
It never has been
Mine.

Yum Yum

You're delicious
In the worst way
You are my danger
My tragedy
My alibi
You’re everything they hate
And everything I crave

You’re the culture
I will never meet
You are what’s different
The change
My stability
You see what I cannot
And still you see me

You’re a joke
In the most serious sense
You are my laugh
My humor
My sorrow
Be my desert before dinner
And save your best for me at last

You’re not here
And I miss you
You have adventure
New life
No me
It will be the death of me
And it’s driving you further away from home