If you are afraid to die
Then you are not ready

A person is like a light bulb
The light comes from within

Death extinguishes light
from the outside in

But the live wires of life
will still remain

Waiting on someone to turn the switch on again

Death pats itself on the back but then

Life puts the dagger into
it's empty hand

for the one who didn’t

The tomatoes hang eaten.
Some rodent, maybe.
The cayenne doesn't work,
just burns the air I breathe.

Knees swell.
The doctor?
I haven’t called.

This is the small life
we once smirked about.

Summer again.
No mercy.
Too much.
Too bright.

Lately, I forget:
the grigio in the freezer
the last message,
why I opened the drawer.

Lately, I drop things,
envelopes, keys,
my grip softening
with everything.

You said,
“That’s what old looks like.”
But you didn’t get here.

We stay,
we wait,
for mail,
for quiet,
for a name to light the screen.

Oceanside,
in shopfront glass,
I glimpse my portrait
eyes storming, squinted,
shirt caught on wind.
And I ache,
to be so
briefly
here.

i had a dream last night and u died
i dont rememeber it very well
real life translated to my inner world
music was bumping and my favorite band was playing
a rush provoking scene i still hope will become real

it **** me back to the rocks
a replay of my favorite scene of us all
but this time we hid from the stage
we were led away from the show like fate

ive told myself this day had to come for peace of mind
my words that bounced in my head for so long
unhinged but abided

but now bombed u
booming like the music we heard before
rehearsed and chewed

premeditated

faint of thought my throat spit truth
we release from the rock scene
my heart bumping instead of the lyrics

now in the distance
i throw words at u
but u dont seem surprised
did u know all this time?

then punches
this burden i carried that i thought protected me only protected u
where now u look like cherry pie

no fork no spoon
speared across ur face
and ur neck tattoed
my hands forever printed on u

blueberry is my pie-
bruised and blue

my words didnt phase u

enginating something within me, a release
i takeoff-

im in my blue rocket
destination: homicide
it had to be 3 seconds i flyed
it felt like eternity

the rocket bursts and pieces fly
course breaths consumed the still air
this battle of burden
i thought it was finally over, atleast then it was

did u think i couldnt finish the job?

as u stab each broken piece into urself
u became more broken, disjointed
cliche cherry pie-choosing urself and im stuck with the consequences

i killed u to the naked eye
framing me
blaming me

relief when i wake, thankful for the experience of uncommon honestly inside
a sign that this chapter of thought has been closed

pages left behind and new beginnings to unfold
reflecting on this imagined world-
im left wondering who did i give peace to, me or u?

ur mind is set free and now mine?
racing, running-
infinitely in dreamworld

You give me life,
While he tries to ***** it out!

You build me up,
While he tears me down.

You bring clarity,
While he stirs up confusion.

You repair,
He retorts.

You restore.
He doesn’t stand a chance in hell!