There Will Always Be Another Tomorrow?

Tyler Cathey - There Will Always Be Another Tomorrow ?

What can come of featured emotions?

 Someone who pretends they care?

 Someone is paid to listen,

 But they put deaf lotion,

 Upon their ears.

 Help! I=m hiding under a shadow of laughter,

 An invisible cloak, everyone is fooled.

 And no one really cares until after,

 After the trigger is pulled.

 I=m screaming my feelings

 Through a silenced pen.

 Observing these killings

 Not outward but within.

 The ink is forever on my paper,

 But I=m fading away.

 As I try to forget my heart=s raper,

      I think about the next day.

How my words are heard

And they only stare,

They are disturbed

But also don=t care.

There=s no consideration,

Just fear.

Pain is my reparation,

No one=s sincere.

Tomorrow will be a new day,

A beautiful day,

But I don=t think that I=ll be here.

Me and You

I wish I knew.
Is it only me?
Or is it me and you?
Is it one half of a heart?
Or is it two?
We can be whole.
If you choose.
When I close my eyes,
The world falls through.
There is only God,
And me and you.
Only us,
And our residue.
Nothing else matters,
Except the number two.
There can be a thousand,
Or only a few.
I know my choice:

It's just me and you.

I once was small,
but I grew,
Into a punching bag,
Without a bruise.
Yes it hurt,
That's not news.
But it's when I learned,
I can't refuse.
It's when it hit me,
It's when I knew!
There can only be us.

Just me and you.

Winter's coming,
But we must bloom.
We must turn red,
Despite the blue.
Please tell me,
What to do.
I don't know,
I never knew.
I pretended,
Without a clue.
Say the words?

"Just me and you."

I'm in your mouth,
So you have to chew.
It's hard to swallow,
When it isn't food.
So let me in,
Let me through.
And I will show you something...
Something new.
Because you're like a bird,
That never flew.
I can give you wings!
And something true,
Something abstract,
That I drew.
It's a darkened sun,
Lit by the moon.
The picture's full,
Like a whimsical room.
A somber life,
I can't undo.
Please stop the rain,
And this monsoon.
I just want one,
To equal two.
With no one left,
But a few.
Is it you and me?
No. Just solitude.

Anectdote - Metaphors Are Liberating

ANECTDOTE-

One time a moth landed on my wrist.  I almost killed it because I like butterflies , not moths.  I looked at the moth... I looked at it a long time, and soon grew soft.  I embraced the moth instead of crushing it.  I put the moth on my shoulder to allow it to see what I see, to feel what I feel.  The moth smiled... it gave me butterflies; I am happy.  Then it chewed a whole through the center of my shirt... and flew away.  I never saw the moth again.  But one day it will return, but I may not have the same shirt anymore.