Mist and Lump

The scream in my throat. Rumbling, building up from within. Taming a hungry lion.

The scream is like angry mist. Tickling my throat to open and the magical angry scream of the mist slip out. So light so thin and soothing air that ends up as a glass breaking scream. It's not fighting or yelling words but mist escaping. Thick lines are the only thing you will see. Your hearing will be gone. Nothing but a buzzing sound that turns to a hum. Once the mist escapes it refuses to stop eating, like the lion. So cute and fluffy but dangerous if you push it too far off the edge, the mist was tossed over the edge.
I could see the mist escaping my mouth and turning into a hand, more like a fist. It came out my mouth. It slithered to the phone. It held the phone like it weighted 2 ounces. With a little pressure in it's hand, the phone turned to dust. Sand forming into a pile on the floor. The mist never escaped my mouth. It only tickled my throat.

The mist jumped up and down begging to come out. I wanted to so much allow the mist out.

I don't give into the mist. Finally the mist leaves.

The lump replaces the mist.

The lump only let's me say certain things. I have to watch what I say or the mist will creep it's way back to the throat. The lump will stay there. You can't swallow it down. It feels like there is limited air to breath in. It's hard to breath. As your gasping for air the mist does a surprise attack. It tickles my throat. While the lump stays there the mist tickles. It makes you want to let the mist escape and the lump spit out words.

The lump runs millions of words threw my head. They all sound like the words I want to say. Will let my true feelings come out. It may not be nice or what I should say but how I feel.

My feelings are not a cup of sugar with every thing nice.

The mist get's made for not doing what it wanted me to do.

Feelings

Are not something you can control,
But what brings you to,
Something or Someone,
Its what makes you do what you do,
What makes you say what you say,
What makes you stand for something,
Is the butterflies in your stomach,
The heart beat in your throat,
Sweaty palms,
The smile in your face,
Its the heart and mind,
Feelings are,
What makes you you!
You have no control if you,
Like or dislike something,
Feelings are Feelings.

Stress Lotion

Lotion seeps into your skin,
Stress lotion does the same,
But instead of moisturizing it,
Stress lotion,
Seep into your skin,
Into the bones,
Making your bones,
Hurt,
Never ending pain,
Then the stress lotion,
Lays on your skin,
Like thick heavy,
Grease,
Going on warm and oily,
Then slowly,
Hardening on you skin,
To your bones,
Putting pressure on your,
Bones,
Making them feel like,
They will snap like a twig,
Under pressure.

Alone

Its dark and cold,
Too quiet,
With only my thoughts,
Of what will happen next,
Walking on egg shells,
No one to express feelings to,
No one to talk to,
No one to hear me cry,
No one to love me,
No one to help me,
No one to lend me a hand,
No one to understand,
No one to listen,
A cold empty feeling,
In the bottom of my stomach,
That ruins my appetite,
The feeling your drowning,
Everyone watching,
YOU sitting at the bottom,
Of a pool with a weight,
Attached to your leg by a chain,
But your smiling,
So you must be alright,
Right?
No one looks twice,
Only walks faster away,
No one to rescue me,
No one jumping in,
No one asking me if I need help,
No one for me,
I'm just trapped within,
Myself,
All alone.

Grass

Is the grass greener on the other side?
I have realized there is no such thing,
Things are only done differently,
With the same hurting feelings,
That seem to never want to go away,
Greener is not better,
Every where and everyone,
Are the same,
Some better than most,
But the grass always,
Turns brown.

Grass And Loneliness

Each word is a shard of glass,
Making small cuts,
That stings so bad,
Leaving small scars,
Watching small amounts,
Using from the skin,
Sitting there crying for help,
For only no one to show,
Everyone has a,
Knight and shinning amour,
Until they realize they,
Are the same as the rest,
Keep getting knocked down,
With new sheets of glass,
For it to only burst,
Into millions of shards,
Against the soft skin,
After a while you don’t,
Want to get up,
Only want to lie there,
Pretend to be dead,
Maybe they will walk away,
Instead,
They check for a pulse,
When they find one,
They tell you to stand back up,
To only throw another,
Sheet of glass at you,
Instead of you slowly, gracefully falling,
You hit the floor,
Like a ton of bricks,
The cold floor,
Suddenly turns warm,
I cannot keep pulling out,
The shards of glass,
Out of my skin,
I just want to be warm,
 And to find the hand,
Reaching out,
From the dark,
But instead,
I’m slowly realizing,
I’m all alone.

Define: Stars Lie Hidden In Your Soul

There are good things in everyone,
It lies in the soul,
In some,
It's hidden,
It's not up to others,
To bring it out in you,
But within you,
You may get a little nudge,
Then the rest is up to you,
To bring out,
The Stars that,
Lie Hidden In Your Soul.

Fire

Fire,
Is warm,
Beautiful,
The way is sways,
Side to side,
Lighting a dark area,
But you do not want,
To play with fire,
It is,
Dangerous,
Can burn you,
Leaving forever,
Scars,
Physically and mentally,
That will never leave.

The Key

The key,
There is a key to everything,
The heart,
The mind,
Life,
If you have a key,
You can always enter,
The key is many different things,
There is a skeleton key,
And that is,
To be yourself.