As the sun cracks the sky,
the staying birds take flight.
The glistening of snow elevates,
with the first morning light.
My breath dances upon my lips,
shuttering with steam.
As the frozen north awakens
me from a sleepless dream.
From the front door,
a moment of envy.
For the summers of green,
and the rivers aplenty.
But the beauty is not lost,
in these mountains of snow.
The wonders of winter,
and the crisp serenity I know.
Dec 6, 2025
Dec 6, 2025 at 9:53 AM UTC
Is it really that black and white?
To choose a side,
is it red or blue?
Whats true for me,
or whats "best" for you?
Where have all the flowers gone?
Burned to dust in California.
Drowned to death in Lousiana.
Blown away in the Central states.
We are left with heartbreak,
and rage....
We reap what we sow,
isnt that what they say?
Is this why Violets lie in my wake?
So where have all the flowers gone?
Raise your eyes and see,
count our stars.
Love is free.
Sep 15, 2021
Sep 15, 2021 at 7:01 PM UTC
Oh how beautiful your petals,
how lush your blossom.
Such a tall strong stalk
and wandering tendrils of roots.
No lack of sustenance,
could wilt or wither thy pressence.
The face of your flower demanding the attention of the suns.
Yet beneath your supple color lies
such toxicity known to the few.
You sow the seeds among
neighboring gentle flowers.
Planting their self doubt while
poisoning their colors.
They wilt and die at your feet.
Oh Narcissa, how divine.
Sep 9, 2021
Sep 9, 2021 at 7:18 PM UTC
It's funny how the world spins
Even though we walk amongst pins
The needles buried beneath our skins
Our one of few hopes to salvage sins.
Agree to disagree
Though the world's not better off
Mask up, tone down
Zealots will forever scoff
So pray for your neighbor
Hold out your hand
The waves lapping against the Harbour
As the rats bring about the plague.
Aug 14, 2021
Aug 14, 2021 at 11:36 PM UTC
My fingers hover around the letters,
Like a longing of love.
My mind static with less emotion,
Grounded every time.
I can't.
It won't
work.
My mind is-
An empty hoard.
Jul 27, 2021
Jul 27, 2021 at 3:47 PM UTC
I gave up
and I gave in.
I caved from the pressure,
and most benign of stress.
I fractured,
I broke the plate.
My cornucopia of delicious,
has no nutrition for my soul.
Meekly I settle for meager.
Weekly, I’ll settle for less.
At least this way I can breath within-
-the full expansion of my chest.
This way I can safely save-
What little sanity I have left.
So to you, maybe I’m a failure.
Maybe it’s true, but monetary designations do not reign in my mind.
For love and life defines the greatest of wealth.
Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 6:54 PM UTC
Vortexes within my head,
And the filament behind my eyes
is burning out.
How did I get to this?
Sitting my *** down in metaphoric ****
Silently screaming with snapshots of
my face both ripping and tearing away.
My bones break and calcify with horror,
as dread melts away the calm facade.
The dirt smell of an open grave is welcome
and shunned as my eyes open to light and life.
But my feet are buried in the coffin and fingers tear at the grass.
I’m screaming out for hope and others only laugh.
Thosesome people just want to see the world burn closest cannot see it, while others look away.
Maybe it would be better if I just light the match.
Burn burn burn.
Nov 7, 2017
Nov 7, 2017 at 4:35 PM UTC
It burns.
Life has singed the top of our souls.
What a wasted wasteland
of waist high valleys.
Tasteless are the tempest
of tepid orange sunbeams.
Yet here we are,
You the broken winged dove.
I the child with rats nest hair.
Scream not, -silly -soiled bird
None could hear it but I.
—Lounged against the
shallow shards of
Hurt and Love.
Warily the hand that cradled your gentle head reaches the nape of my neck.
Clawing at unseen seams hidden behind
An oil slick of course hair.
A light emerges and you flutter slightly, feathers of white puff against the warming air.
As the skin gave way the world grew,
Anew-the shadows stretched across
barren disinterested land.
Valleys filled with blue,
and evergreen trees took root!
The sudden winds made your eyes water with the sand and dirt that blew against,
pushing you against my breast.
As the calm settled again,
the world,
filled with benevolent vibration.
For as the mask was removed
The beauty had grown.
As the world was rejuvenated,
So did the broken, heal.
Oh what a freedom it is!
To let the light shine!
Oh what comfort it is!
To see your shadow is not alone!
So take flight my renewed dove,
Speak not of your sorrows.
Preach of life’s miracles
Sing a song of love.
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 9:27 PM UTC
I had to sit up to stretch my back.
Starting to think I'm unfixable.
Always thinking unthinkables.
I'm sorry, I'm drawing a blank.
I say that too often, but I mean it always.
Always.
-to bring you up from darkness.
-to kiss your wounds.
-to drown in my own puddle of pity.
-to take a breath to soon.
And here I am.
My - own - little - slow - motion hurricane that rips - me - limb - from - limb as I cry and pry my - way - out - of - the - coffin that you have sown - my - lips - in...
I'm sorry, no.
NO **** that I'm not.
I'm not sorry that I yearn to love.
I crave to be loved and no one should feel as empty as me.
NO ONE!
So I'll give you the skin from my body to show a stranger that I give a **** that they live.
Then I'll slink away to shadows,
I will cleanse myself of his sins.
Sep 11, 2017
Sep 11, 2017 at 2:53 AM UTC