"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.
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)
Horizon swaying in the distance Warring infinites of gray and black Salt spray swirling in my lungs The floor keeps a layer of bilge As indiscriminate waves Chop away at our sides Our voices are subdued A reverence for our fortune Rivers of pale-yellow shards Arc up through the air From the way of the … Continue reading Two to three miles offshore (a poem)
They all laughed.
We are not broken up inside Stiff upper lip and dignified
We heaped lies on lies to cover up lies, We lied because we wanted appeal. We had never even known anything else, We did it to make ourselves feel real.
