Pieces

The coffee was so bitter, drank it anyhow

I got up to return the mug to where it belongs

But gravity had other plans

breaking it into several big and small pieces

I look at the pieces for a while

before bending down to pick them up

I am half way through  

when I stop and stare at the tiniest pieces

I collapse 

I want to deny the existence of those pieces

the pieces that can not be put back 

The pieces that are forbidden to be a part of something, anything

the ones that are lost and can not find their way home

I find myself in them

I find myself broken into several pieces

Lost identity

Lost purpose

But I exist

The only difference between me and those pieces

No one  and nothing is going to bother them now

For me, I have the universe weighing on my back.

Confessions of Joey

Black and White

Who are you and who am I?
A free bird or god's spy?
Are those your needs?
Or do the needs need you more, to survive?
Is it really just black and white?
Or did you avoid looking because you're too shy?
Statements of truth or a stubborn reply.
On what do you depend and on whom do you rely.
Is that a reason or is that a bribe?
Be bold, be alive.
Take a deep breath, open your eyes. 

Problems

I need problems.

I wont survive otherwise.

I do not want them. I need them.

Problems are scary.

Problems are terrifying.

Problems do not let me sleep.
I hate them. 
But I need them.
Problems create rush in my blood stream.
Burns me up, drives me crazy.
A day without problems feels wrong.
Question is not why. Its why not.
To achieve a high, you need a low.
Its a pattern, Its universal, Its the truth.