TRANSPARENCY

I can’t remember it The hopeless struggle The foul spirited dark Nobody left to see My sight in jeopardy I can hear the speaking Underneath the silence In between the tugs I can feel the pulls Like thread through skin Bloodless brutality I am holding breath I am purging Transparent bodies Curled up inside me…

DEPRESSION IS

Depression is like A taped up box Easy to open Packed full of Past experience Past mistakes Come sift through Remember this? You should be ashamed Depression is like A spooky Cabinet With no lock Fragile China feelings Ugly handmade dolls Mascara black eyes You should be embarrassed Depression is like An old jewelry box…

I GAINED PEACE

We were friends And I was there for you I listened I gave you my time And my time was valuable When your wife was dying I listened When you fell in love I listened When you felt like dying I listened When you dated And dated and dated I listened When you were being…

THE REASON WHY

The universe inhales Inside my brain The tiny moon And all the planets Float like dust Inside a vacuum Created and uncreated With every idea Every thought And still their existence Feels infinite

ANY KIND OF HEAVEN

Tell me how to breathe In a field of hope I’m so used to the battle Anticipating the fights The enemy fire Tell me how to relax When the air is calm Not toxic or electric Or filled with jealousy How do I thrive In a world of peace When rage and fear Are the…

NO GAURANTEES

You can be made from stone And you might still crumble You can be made of songs And you might miss a beat You can be made of poetry And you might lose the words You can be made of color And you might be in the dark There are no guarantees None

FROM THE DARK

It’s hard To sit in the dark Surrounded By old feelings To let them Materialize brand new To be searched Yet again To be picked apart To be analyzed It’s hard To face your trauma To feel it To listen to it But this time You get to speak Here in this dark The doors…

MY FINAL BREATH

There is a field filled with small summer flowers. They feel soft beneath my bare feet. At first it’s all I notice. Color being crushed beneath my toes. Resilient little flowers. Not left bent and broken but springing back to life in my wake. Then sound. A rushing. Like a waterfall. A large, fast river…

NO VITALS

Maybe the words won’t flow There is no waterfall No marching syllables Maybe the sigh doesn’t come There is no gentle breeze No soft release of air Maybe the eyes can’t see There is no rising sun No focused images Maybe there is no beat There is no thunder No vital signs