She swallows A small rainbow And closes her eyes Letting the music Swim in her blood Windows down Static wind blowing As the tempo rises Quickening her pulse Lift off, she flies alone Through cloudy skies Lost inside the blue So afraid of falling Of failing everything Of believing her heart When it’s so often…
Worry is a creative soul Knocking sense around Like alphabet blocks Building wooden castles Stuffing them with dreams Just to watch them burn Carrying extra demons In case the devil alone Isn’t enough to destroy The human she’s become
The orange furnace Becomes but embers Upon its final breath The charred trunks Stand tall and dark And it’s quiet… As if completely Exhausted and worn From a battle It could not fight Energy burned off Damaged and broken Nothing is welcome In this sad place Silently standing And waiting… For the sun to shine…
Love and sunshine Caress the surface Penetrate the skin Warming feelings That needed light Making our souls Beautifully happy Full of hope again
I think I can safely say, at least here in America, that society is triggered. And it’s having a hard time finding its way back to a place where rational balance lives. And who can blame us… we have a LOT to be triggered about. Anarchy Steps heavy with Steel toed boots Torches replace Keystrokes…
There is a line A small one Little dots Connecting Our thoughts Our good ones Our bad ones Those that cry Those that laugh Those that rage A constellation Of ideas Of memories Of reasoning That create The person We become That line Is who we are *Depression is a terrible thing. It’s as if…
I watch you growing up And I find myself alone Begging for the strength To one day let you go To watch you walk away No more bedtime stories No more skinned knees No more “but mom please” I didn’t know… I’d run out of time so soon That you’d be mindlessly Saying goodbye each…
