Passive’s Aggressive

My leniency curves in the pit on my stomach,

As I tip toe around their concerns.

As I bend myself and replace myself,

In the presence of their primary cares.

And then I swoop in, wishing I did begin,

With a big fat assertive ‘NO!’

But instead I will go, lose footing and dip toe,

Around the dwellings of their own perspective.

And while I’m feeling reflective, and careful not to indent their circle...

Instead I snap in a sudden fit of fury

‘How dare you not regard my feelings!’

Demanding a spotlight to my side of the story.

Matter

I can feel a new frequency

Operating at the core of ‘me’

Wait, an utter contradiction,

As the ego tries define my entity.

Yet when no longer chained

To the unconscious self,

It’s nice to come home,

To watch the first person melt.

‘I’ is just the snow cap

on a frost wrapped mountain.

A foundation forever going,

Infinity’s flowing fountain.

And as we settle like dust

In stale grey stagnation -

Opposing bountiful migration,

We meet our lives with frustration.

As we don’t deal with loss,

Or the need for change,

Yet the moment we realise ‘we’

Will never stay the same...

Is the moment we realise

The scope and the range

We have at our very fingertips.

Molten drama

Cold fish, fluid and elusively effervescent,

My emotions sometimes just don’t seem so present...

Or concerned, or aware, of the impact I had on you.

Like a stamp pressed deep in ocean navy blue,

This waxwork stands noble and royally untrue,

Meanwhile you’re melting as I erode into nothing.

Who knows what lows I'll steep to or whether I'll be stopping.