BREATHING ASHES

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…

DOT TO DOT

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…

THIS TRAGEDY

I see some things And my brain slips I hear things too And my mind trips I run like a kite Caught on a string My heart skips But mostly stutters And I am left Crashing on rocks Falling into Words that sting And I try hard To run from them But I can’t get…

CLAIM ME

My heart begs to be claimed Staked by the notice of you The heaviness of the world Seeks to destroy the rhythm And the universe cares not Of its small morse code voice Yet your attention is craved Above that of all the stars Above that and so much more

DETOXING

The spirits walk through walls They hover over our anxiety And they wrap our limbs Into the most complicated knots The emotions swell and spiral As the silence begins to breathe And the chairs… they squeak And the beds… they rustle And the bedsheets… they tangle And our fists bang on walls And our guts…

ADDICTIVE SMILES

It’s magic the way you smile at me They way it dances across your face And mindlessly flirts with my eyes The way it grabs my attention And doesn’t need to demand it But simply holds it in its grasp Just by merely existing, by being real God knows I love how it makes me…

NICER WITH YOU

To those who smile When times are tough And those who laugh Through a flood of tears To those who give When they have so little To those who hurt And still choose love I just want say… WOW I know it isn’t easy Because man Life is so damn hard But you make it…

MISOSOUPNY

Pretty white dress Stands alone Listen as it speaks Don’t stress It’s ok It’ll be okay Don’t worry Don’t digress It’s a process It’s just a dress Soup spoons Fall from the sky As white dress Falls to the ground Trampled Sorry for the mess Nothing to see here It’s a process We confess Hey…