Despite wanting death I can still grieve it Mourn it Wallow in sadness Lick my boots Dream of pastels to come Yet willingly bleed in the darkness Staring at the branches being pushed around Wondering if I could dance with them
Be aware of the patient woman Look for the slightly clenched fists Look at the trembling bottom lip Listen to slow ragged breath The rage is slowly building up Don’t poke the bear, they say Look at the eyes for their focal point Keep it moving Lying to […]
The city is eerily empty this morning The delivery guys peddling away The sky is overcast The white garbage bags laid out on the curb Just days before there was hope The sun beamed a new day But then the sun set Up we rose to a fearful […]
I don’t know how it happened Why it happened When it happened It just did The balloon just flew in Guided me on some steps I grabbed it and floated away with it The pink balloon just floats higher and higher But one day it may burst And […]
Did the clock stop? Did the birds drop? Can I see from the top? Did my heart become a mop? Did I survive the bad crop?
I did it I tempted fate I caught the light I fed the beast I grabbed the baton I touched the wall I danced the dance And, got the hand I dealt myself
I get the pain I get the uncertainty I get the breathing The lightbulbs have been turned on I get the hunger I get the emptiness I get the vacant eyes The lightbulbs have been turned on
Water is so deeply felt Can drown it in Can bathe in it Can strengthen one’s muscles Can search for that which need tuning Can drown away someone’s sins Can float down a lazy river. Water now, more than ever, can make me oblivious
Wool to my silk Water to my salt Beats to my lyrics Oil to my sugar Abstract to my logic Lunacy to my mirth Genuine to my wall Focused to my present Disjointed to my fears Fourth to my fourth
Dream, dream, dream Give in to to the breaking seams Practice what I preach My mind has been breached Doubt, chaos, and curiosity It all feels like grand monstrosity Evil can be banal Swimming in a pitted canal Heart racing Bracing Standing on a fiercely moving windmill Can’t […]
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