The forest is full of predators Majestic feathers or soft fur Brutal hunters underneath A chorus of sweet bird songs Escaping from piercing beaks Colorful patterns that play and hide Just waiting with their toxins To protect, paralyze, or kill Humans are scary beautiful too Men are the apparent hunters Some are natural protectors And…
Don’t think Walk slow Stay steady Focus on steps Close off sound Close off smell Shallow breath Step into shower It’s cold Sharp inhale Shock Water warms Wash hair Wash body Then cry Cry harder Feel your body Shaking Breaking Washing down drain… No… Stop thinking Feel the water Stand until It grows cold again…
If I knew then What I know now That time Really does play tricks That time will heal That I’ll wish for more That it’s a thief And that it does… stop When you hurt Speeds up When you’re laughing I wouldn’t have Cried so much Wasted so much I’d slow down But also go…
Sounds tend to throb Slightly muted Under the noise of Blood rushing A vibrating River Dulling my words I’m in here My eyes plead My hands reach My face contorts But my voice Is imprisoned By the sound Of my own pulse *NOTE There have been moments in the past that are hard to describe.…
Daylight fades As the dark chases Mercy away It’s not night It’s darker Where choice Meets forever And says Goodnight One Last Time
Foam sits churning At the edge of nowhere No signs mark the place No arrows or strings Will lead you there If you see it It’ll be too late You’ll become part Of this foam Sitting at the edge Of nowhere
The faucet drips It’s consistent At first it pained me Made me anxious Made me uncomfortable I tried to fix it It needed something I didn’t have I could have Turned off the water But that wouldn’t fix What was broken So I sat with it Listened to the drip Became one with the drip…
He was full of life Hard to get close to Didn’t need love Or help or care Just did his thing Perfectly resilient He loved the sun Solitary days Listening to the world Dramatic with their flare Always changing colors Demanding attention But not him His name is Leonard Painful when messed with Not really…
A mind Full of stones Emotion Like water flows From feelings To a heart Like a waterfall A whole life lived Underwater Until tears Drain the sea Leaving Only pieces Of bone As evidence That every Last thing Was felt
It gets rusty with all the rain And the yellows Just run into brown all day The pain echos Inside hallways Locked away from you But sometimes I think you can hear The ruining Behind those walls It’s not as noisy As you’d think The death of words So many slaughtered Reimagined And recreated For…
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