The gentle azure grace of dusk's fleeting light
"I'm fine"
I used to think he loved the birds and dreamed awake of the stories from before.
Trailing colors The light dances Just out of reach
I have heard that sharks might die Of suffocation when they still.
Monday morning.
I think I trust too many and know I judge too few. I empathize with the martyr almost as much as I do the one who cracks the whip. I know those with hate and cruelty flushed across their faces had a stern hand beat ideology into them from birth. The rage and fear screamed … Continue reading Chains and Stones (a poem about self-oppression)
'Mostly' I want the hole they left In my heart filled. I'm tired of looking back, Feeling the regret and sadness That I didn't understand them better. I want back the person I used to care about. But I know That person is dead. And the person Who is there now Is someone I am … Continue reading Mostly (a poem)
Do I have enough to eat alright? I think back to my last paycheck, and how long it has been. I know I can make rent, student loans, and still afford my dealer. This much, it will not kill me. I think back to all the times there was no pay out, about how angry … Continue reading I can afford it (a poem about addiction)
