The fear of a frost
Has fled our minds.
I sit in full sun
Pale, after a long winter.
Chinese forget-me-nots
Peek through the ground
Send word to the california bluebell
The time is now
Mar 23, 2021
Mar 23, 2021 at 4:54 PM UTC
Be naked for me
Show me your full form
I want you on top,
resting the full weight of love upon me
Feb 23, 2021
Feb 23, 2021 at 8:07 PM UTC
Our city is on fire
I believe we will die like the Phoenix
And be born anew
Jun 5, 2020
Jun 5, 2020 at 10:01 PM UTC
I was consumed
by mental shackles
Years were spent in longing
spent in bitterness
spent in pain
I do not carry
That weight now
But I still fear
the metallic hold
Those shackles are
slowly being
dissolved by love
Jun 3, 2020
Jun 3, 2020 at 1:30 PM UTC
Light is shining
On the dark side
Of society,
Reform is a long and winding road
True healing comes at
the price of uncomfortable
recognition.
But there is pleasure
in the pain
It is a precursor to growth
As a country
As a city
As an individual
Jun 1, 2020
Jun 1, 2020 at 9:03 PM UTC
There is another pandemic
Sweeping across the country
The more pigment you have
The more you're at risk
If you disobey
You die
There is no end in sight
I heard there are riots
downtown for George
Chauvin is going to fry
In more ways than one.
I don't think it will make things better.
But it's a start
May 30, 2020
May 30, 2020 at 10:24 PM UTC
It has been
a long time
since I worked.
I don't miss
doing the work
or waking up at 4 AM,
But I do
miss the taste
of a well earned beer.
May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 9:52 PM UTC
Spontaneous death
rips through reality
like a crack in the earth,
reverberating
feelings of impermanence
Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 3:29 PM UTC
Mr bronstein
I can't pay you your rent
The whole world is sick
Disease is rampant
There is no work to be done
Keep your overpriced studio
I don't like it anymore
The Sun shine's brighter on the street anyways
You can keep my belongings
Rent it out fully furnished
I have a new pair of boots
I'll be okay
Apr 28, 2020
Apr 28, 2020 at 5:16 PM UTC
Most trauma in my life
has been self-inflicted.
What happened to my eyes
that made them betray me?
Self talk is power
thoughts can take hold
they corrupt your mind
break your spirit
and send you into
a vortex of depression
The longer you spin
the harder it is to be still.
Tether yourself to a glimmer of hope
Try your best to weather the storm
Apr 24, 2020
Apr 24, 2020 at 5:26 PM UTC