A broken tree bearing fruit
Hidden beneath a crumbling home,
Where a dead man sits in a rotted chair,
Breathing in quiet gasps.
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 1:44 PM UTC
Catching sunlight in my hands,
Burned and scarred by searing brands.
While cherry petals fill the air,
My joy, a diamond a brightly burning flare.
I cradle my meager golden prize,
And lift the gilded treasure to my eyes.
To see the memories I have made
Over lost years and forgotten days.
A spark catching in my heart an unquenchable blaze.
A light through the endless dark of life
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 1:37 PM UTC
You, a monster, you're not really human.
People feel compassion-
Do you even know what that is?
Is it just another thing you think doesn't exist?
You walk, you talk, you laugh, you smile, but I know what's behind your eyes.
When you take from this world another part of me dies.
I hate you with every bone in my body, every part of my soul.
Life is not a toy to be taken and tossed-
My life, his life, her life, gone.
Left a shell, a broken vessel abandoned for the carrion crows.
But now I see standing is this mirror hating the monster for what it did.
While knowing when my angel died,
The monster was laughing deep inside.
Hesitantly I pick up the knife
For the the angel’s sake I will take its life.
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 1:31 PM UTC
To die
Kiss life goodbye
A fatal waltz with death
Run feet and wings afire until
You burn.
Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 6:07 AM UTC
Trapped in this floating glass mountain of a box
Unable to see out despite a thousand eyes
This is insanity
This my broken reality
Light shrieking as they streak across the sky
The screaming voices whisper
A life lived only in the light is not a life
My shadow hates me I hear him plotting
Always watching and following
I’m running chased by a lie that tells a truth i do not with to hear
I pass the door again and again but I cannot leave
The sheep languished blue trains suffer
Windows books dogs hands run
Take sharpness filling soda cans
This is insanity
Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 6:06 AM UTC
A spring forms a river,
Far from the sea,
The water starts to flow
I smile, because I know,
This river is meant for me.
The spring is the ocean,
A deep crystal blue
surrounding, drowning me
Then falling off, into eternity
I have not forgotten you.
The river is salt
But gives life to a tree,
That tree is my heart
Let the river depart
Then walk with me.
Through life to death
Let’s start anew
Dry your tears
And discard your fears
I will never leave you
Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 1:56 PM UTC