dead bodies floating
in our oceans
from the Asian Pacific
to the Mediterranean
crumpled corpses lying
on our beaches
thousands drowned unknown
overcrowded detention centers
not unlike concentration camps
behind barbed wires
guarded by police and snarling dogs
nobody feels responsible
not those who started wars
destroyed whole cities
made millions homeless
and into refugees
not those who take advantage
of the chaos for their own gain
abusing the names of their gods
or some ancient figurehead
to excuse their atrocities and greed
not those who live
in comfortable homes
and wish the desperate crowds
would just stay on the TV screen
and not come close
nor those who pretend
to be the guardians
of our great humanitarian heritage
but show no backbone
against nationalist fanatics
it is the shame of the world
to sit and talk and watch
and not do enough
those who turn away
the needy and homeless
could also
quite suddenly
lose their homes
forced to rely
on the kindness of strangers
Oct 1, 2015
Oct 1, 2015 at 6:31 PM UTC
I start.
you start
when we start
You start.
i start
when we start
We start.
Start.
I stop.
you stop
when I stop.
I stop.
We stop.
You,
stop.
I stop
when you stop?
You stop.
We stop.
We stop.
Stop?
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 11:06 PM UTC
bat-tastic lung
collapse
fragrant raspberry
leaves
gas exchange gone
wrong
little sailor
slivered ocean
reverse gravitational
sinking into
blackened angler doom
new age
humanitarian
loves others
loves discovering
new
truths
loves
plummeting through spaded
blinds
insanely unappreciative
red
the new harvest
the magician blinking
the the sky
imagination finally
makes
sense
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 11:06 PM UTC
Welcome to a new school year,
Academically you're bound to achieve here...
Welcome to the rest of your life,
Is it weird to think that someday, someone's gonna take your hand and look in your eyes to tell you you're a quirky kind and,
Someone, someday will let you read their journal and you'll see no one is as happy as they seem, love!
Because everybody wants the life they've always dreamed of
You don't have to follow all of the rules,
And I'm sure you'll learn more things out of school..
Oh ain't it strange how, someday someone will want to get to know you, and they'll tell you things that might make them seem uncool,
But when you see beyond those ego's and big hair-do's
You'll see that no one is as confident as they believe love,
Everybody just wants to be the person they've always dreamed of
There's a rumour you might hear about yourself,
The halls of high school may change into highways, to Hell
But if you don't take care of your mental health
Then everybody's gonna think you're a nightmare but don't you dare let hushed words define you
'Cause i'm certain that your fate will gracefully find you,
So prepare yourself for fake friends and heartbreaks and don't forget to count your blessings as well as your mistakes 'cause someone someday will give you too much of their heart
And thats okay because...
Everyone you meet will want to leave their mark.
Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 2:16 PM UTC
I've only been affected
by anything other
than affection
The only plan made
was to never have
anything planned
I've only been
perfect at living as
an imperfection
The only thing I
understood was how
much I didn't understand
©
Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 2:16 PM UTC
He that cannot choose but love,
And strives against it still,
Never shall my fancy move,
For he loves ‘gainst his will;
Nor he which is all his own,
And can at pleasure choose,
When I am caught he can be gone,
And when he list refuse.
Nor he that loves none but fair,
For such by all are sought;
Nor he that can for foul ones care,
For his judgement then is nought;
Nor he that hath wit, for he
Will make me his jest or slave;
Nor a fool, for when others…,
He can neither….;
Nor he that still his Mistress pays,
For she is thralled therefore;
Nor he that pays not, for he says
Within She’s worth no more.
Is there then no kind of men
Whom I may freely prove?
I will vent that humour then
In mine own self-love.
Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 2:16 PM UTC
Leave me here by the forest
Revealing measured suffering
Confusion of a knife
Denied importance
Swallowing common voids
Unspoken process
Hungering for faceless absolution
Lighthouse eyes
A funeral in full bloom
Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 2:15 PM UTC
*When you left me
My friends gathered around.
Living without her won’t **** you.
They said.
But what won’t **** me
Aches day and night inside my chest.
What won’t **** me
Has tears running down my face.
What won’t **** me
Fills me with scars that never heal.
What won’t **** me
Makes me hide away from the world
What won’t **** me
Makes me want to **** myself.*
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 8:14 PM UTC
1707
Winter under cultivation
Is as arable as Spring.
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 8:14 PM UTC
I was asked
*why don't you
write something
positive?*
postive,
positive?
maybe it's like
school,
it's hard to weave
interests into subjects
coincident not
of delight
a page is an unworn
white t-shirt
that i seem to stain
unrecognizable
when my pen
wipes it's fingers
and theres nothing
more to clean my
hands with
so i guess
why i don't write
positives a majority
of the time
is because when it rains
the ground doesn't
just decide to stay dry.
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 8:14 PM UTC