Trauma, Mental Health & More!
a wide grey canvas clouds my eyes wall of pine trees stretching high in between, a stone sits shy peel off moss: here he lies rotten bouquet sprouting flies joined by you and me and sky flecks of blackbirds passing by breathe out desperate, inhale wide cold fresh air and specks of light any ghosts... Continue Reading →
Stretching my toes onto cold wooden floor My fingers undo whatever i wore Poking at buttons i got from a store My belly deletes all of your wars Sand without beach carried within Sadness only hides in my grin Screams carried in wind cannot begin Without first hiding in my delicate skin
Knotted face on nodding spine Claimed this home before your time Pinned the sky onto your eye Then turned around and said goodbye Then churned a sound to cause your fright How a while can screech so wild When steps stretch craters wide Death tonight is really taking its time Scratched the... Continue Reading →
“Do you think that I count the days? There is only one day left, always starting over: it is given to us at dawn and taken away from us at dusk.”― Jean-Paul Sartre but what will i do tomorrow you ask i will tell you then but what will can survive such sorrow i will find... Continue Reading →
The body is a tribe And i a loyal follower Let's worship our elders So to tease our children The body is a portal-cage And i a little bird Lay me out some nuts So i may grow some This body is all mine And i its humble shadow Lie and we'll know it So... Continue Reading →
red and blue and yet and you andfind me something that won't leave thensick as dogs as slick as yourslose that smile and then my warswink of an eye blink and then crysink before you say goodbye your words pile high til they match my eyesyou go on and i'll meet other guys
Two stars meet for a reason that is neither Luck nor fate nor coincidence Out of notnot-boredom and notnot-love One planet is born Two stars see the light and wont let go The planet is abused It points at its parents who point at theirs what is a crime but a botched excuse All crimes... Continue Reading →
Impatience is the price of youth and the interest rates run high and the internet runs wild In patience do we find the truth.In wastage do we find the lootbut guilt is raining from the skybut your kilt is brushing up my thighImpatience is the spice of youth.Insane is the new coolhow we go on... Continue Reading →
Is your own.
A heart hurt is a heart grown Stretched to the darkest corners of your mind A mind ripped is a mind won Evil does not knock, it purrs I kiss tired shadows who have shown whats mine is yours, and what we find is guilt and all fear gone Love does not ring, it blurs... Continue Reading →
Reparent Your Soul 