between
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Is a man made through muscles? Is a man made through girls? Is a man made from success?  Is a man made from sex? From triceps? From biceps? From pecs? From calves? From lats? Is a man made through fire? Is a man made through genetics? What happens when you strip it all away? Is he a man? Am I man enough?

The bed creaks, and the pen scratches Awake still, the clock forever changing Gently lies the saber of fellowship In rows like soldiers, the novels of the past stand Dangling off the wall, the way the world should be Hung lay the caps of gentlemen The blue outlines, to worlds wearable and escapable The grey calmly contains the treasures hoarded The green hovers above with only the sky as its master The red  strikes at all  Bleeding through my eyes into my dreams The saber gle

All I can see is Red  I can see the Red through closed eyes The Red glow keeps me awake The Red Clock The Red cage The Red room The red walls of blue The Red ceiling of green WHY SO MUCH RED It's always been Red What happens when the Red is gone I won’t see their Red faces My Red heart longs for home Without Red, I'm alone

Who are you when you journal Is he who writes you  Or is it the Specter Who sees your life as entertainment Who lives inside the page Who exists for the pen Who laughs at your loses Who rejoices in your victories He who watches from your memories The Specter of the Journal  Remembers He remembers your past Loves Lives And loses all to make your life all the more entertaining You who live each day Is the same one who needs a purpose The same who only writes about times gone by

Wide awake at night Am I doing this right When I text her When I call her Do I even know her Should I tell mom Should I tell dad Should I keep it all in my head No one understands They all understand No one knows  Is this all hormones  They party  They do drugs They drink Is this my rebellious streak  Sex is good Sex is bad How would I know I want love  I fear love  I don't deserve love Am I Loved?

Words Words Endless words Endless thoughts and pictures Her Me  Is it worth it I can't sleep What is sleep Run Run 4-mile run You’re slow They’re slow Endless stream Endless thoughts Endless emotions An Endless Night

Meditation I sit and close my eyes Suddenly i am some where else I stand A long dark corridor Darkness all around But in the Far off Distance There is light A light so dim, Most would miss it But bright enough to see I rush toward the light But the light rushes away The light is slow I catch up to it But when I reach for freedom I open my eyes to where I started -TOT