Wool to my silk
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
My mind has been breached
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 […]
Thank you for turning on the lights
I now know how it tastes I now know I can I now know patience I now know I’ve got the words I now know my empathy I now know to not believe in sharks I now know there are heights I now know blood runs through the […]
Fool the darkness into sleep
This darkness is disconcerting Lulls one deeper into the netherworld Can’t rise from the confusion The brightness is dragging far behind Need to twist the natural order And fool the darkness into sleep Wake up
I can see it written in the water
I can float I can drown I can swim against the current I can be submerged I can be soothed I can be cleansed I can be reminded of the coldness I can find the pristine I can dip into the muddy parts I can drink it I […]
Chose pain over you
Pain, ever present Pain, part of the soul Pain, coursing through the vein Pain, its rooted in the roots Pain, blinding to all Pain, I choose over you
Which door?
Which door will lead to the right outcome? Which window will provide the right view? Which doorknob to turn? Which door to shut closed? Which door to swing wide open?
Tomorrow is Tomorrow
Tonight I mourn I grieve for everything I have lost I fault myself for the fractures A tsunami of painful memories A tidal wave of sorrow A collapse of the shield A minefield of regrets A puddle of neverending tears A review of the missteps A will to […]
Not yet
There’s time Perhaps The glass stays in the cupboard The candle on the shelf Can’t throw them out Can’t stare at them The garbage awaits But not quite yet Soon Soon, though
Am peeling
Not grieving Not reeling But instead am peeling A burst of feeling Heart scaffolding teeming
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