multiple personalities?

Black or white?
Weak or might?
contradicting thoughts,
building a personality.

Bold or shy?
Loud or quiet?
Indecisiveness burdens,
paranoid conscience.

Self portrait,
an ambiguous death,
torturous tornadoes
shouldering mayhem.

Yearning logical patterns
discovering horizons
decisive corners grasped
growing into a human!

Moment

Sleepy insides bonding
pondering over issues
circling beneath
the artificial masses.

Immaculate power,
extinguishing light,
escaping clueless souls
out into the night.

Gushing with feelings,
brushing off the dirt
lying awake;
damned hypocrite.

Resident will,
lost in indecisiveness;
another opportunity lost,
another moment gone.

Magic Box

Magic box

opened and sucked me in

deep in it, found a home

my own.

anxious caterpillars

picking at the box

nonchalant control

keeping it locked.

Them living fictitiously

or is it just me?

fairness disqualifies

and does not claim triumph.

Adjustments personified

apparent rouged values

Yet I chose to stay in the box, my home,

Accepting it, my own.

Intoxicated burns

Sunken in my feelings
Deeply frozen
Vibrations shaking my every cell
Hardly keeping my soul awake.

My throat blocking
Every breath from living
catching my life
before its beginning.

My eyes capturing
the burning moments
crutially false
artifically involving.

The virtue hard to retain
flowing through the same channels all over again
like a fountain
And the Deja Vu remains.