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)
A clove, a clutch, a trussell A bramble, a bundle and rush Buffoons, balloons, the fools Are tools, rust sweat at noon they must. The nails all rolled and wrangled In the endless tussle fuss, But never rough the newfangled They rather would gather dust. All while thorns for horn wood Thatch the thistle born … Continue reading a flower, a tool (a poem)
