How can something be as light as a breeze

and as heavy as a stone?

I am the unstoppable force 

and the immovable object it crashes into. 

What happens?

As I fall through time and space

a misplaced face

screams against my case.

But my momentum rose.

Before my eyes could close

I passed it by, not a trace

in my psyche

because me?

I tether that force to an infinite

object gone in less than a minute.

I'm strong as the Hulk when he gets 

frustrated,

electric as the silence in the ER, breath

baited.

"It's a girl!"

I burst into the world.

1:11 AM

Hour of darkness

1:11 AM

You'd better mark this

as the day darkness came and rose into light,

and the light turned to fright and the darkness I fight. I usually don't write

when I'm happy.

It may sound sappy,

but every time I write I learn about me. Map, please.

When I'm upset

I manage to calm myself down.

Works a whole lot better than

"turn that frown

upside-"

down and out is the way to go

glad you could make it to my goddamn show.

Sit in the back so when I collapse, 

you can call lapse in my brain waves without hurting my flow.

See, when I'm happy,

writing makes me sad.

I use this pencil to stab

Into my brain.

My aim is not pain 

but I strain to gain control

through scribbles on a page.

I can't roll another joint and act my age

forever.

To block it out and wake up again but this time

better.

I never wanted to dig this deep.

Cuz now these words are costing me sleep.

I know my mood doesn't matter.

It's not too powerful to shatter because

even with a laugh and a genuine grin,

it's still a brutal path,

and my demons always win.