We're turning the world
into a Frankenstein Earth.
We cannot exist, science
and nature, safely, healthily.
We cannot support our planet
and be there for it, with gentle hands
and the care we would, a dying bird
or a spider we do not want to crush.
The Earth wants blue skies, rain
and sunshine, it want's green fields
and animals roaming free, grazing
and ******* and dying in due time.
The Earth is dying inside out,
we are little minions of the fiends
harvesting the Earth.

I got a new desk today,
I thought "HEY!
if I get a new desk
I'll be able to fix this mess!"
I put together the desk,
it wasn't hard,
I didn't sweat.
I put it in my room
and I got upset
because despite the desk
being beautiful and tall
wooden and long
perfect for that corner in my room,
it was not big enough for the clutter
and the mess
and the stress
and all the books and the stuff
that I need around me.
So now I have a desk and my things
and we all float together in my solitude.

Has your blood ever boiled
and burned the handle of your sanity?

Mondays are a drain
they are dementors
they feel like an anvil
they taste like recovery
and exhaustion
like your neck isnt strong enough
and your brain is rebooting
i am constantly troubleshooting at life
looking for a solution
to make getting out of bed easier

Sunday is for birds to sing
and to swing among vines of bedsheets,
for moving hair out of your eyes, to cry
in sadness and joy and feel the warmth of your body.
Sunday is for birds to sing
while we string ourselves into knots
and leave the windows open for spring
to carry the sounds of singing along

Magic spells, theres synth
in the air. Don’t you want to dance?
Dance to the keyboard spring,
with the flowers and the flags
blowing in the breeze, never ending.

I feel like a clown
makeup running down
my face, from the rain,
the pain of feeling clouds
blocking my sunshine dreams