April, why did you leave
me lone to get older
turn another Year
Ten days later
when you couldn’t in
July, why don’t you
blow
the candles in
November, forced remembrance
throughout the Year
Jul 17, 2020
Jul 17, 2020 at 8:04 AM UTC
no talk all day long
but i sing and won’t notice
that’s my way of life
Jul 13, 2020
Jul 13, 2020 at 5:11 AM UTC
quiet kissing in
quarry, diamonds less shiny
than your bright heart light
Jul 12, 2020
Jul 12, 2020 at 2:43 PM UTC
wrinkled moments come
with the morning drowsiness
your coffee eyes fresh
Jul 11, 2020
Jul 11, 2020 at 2:09 PM UTC
dear father i’m scared
you will turn grey by the time
i see you again
Jul 10, 2020
Jul 10, 2020 at 8:15 AM UTC
if i sing a dirge
during feticide, is it
mercy to ******
Jul 9, 2020
Jul 9, 2020 at 6:01 AM UTC
reflected on trees
my shadow is a giant
waving on the bark
Jul 7, 2020
Jul 7, 2020 at 6:54 AM UTC
wild flowers blooming
like there is no quarantine
while we’re in mind jail
Jul 6, 2020
Jul 6, 2020 at 3:51 PM UTC
it’s only the flower fallen off
that makes sense
not the tasks of work
that lead nowhere
it’s only the eyes resting
on each other calmly
that makes sense
not the rush of a boring day
that act like important
it’s only the expression
by creating myself with art
that makes sense
not the forced knowledge
i can’t use
that’s told it is needed
it’s only the memory
of mom
appearing as real as her love was
that makes sense
not the fake sorries and words
that are said
when they don’t know better
Jul 5, 2020
Jul 5, 2020 at 5:01 AM UTC