When I was younger the quiet scared me,
Demons running wild in my head constantly.
I’m older now and they cannot ruin me like they once did.
My past demons can no longer touch me,
For I am enough in his eyes.

~sdr

Shedding skins of old –
                                     peeled from my frigid bones,
                                     touched by sizzling cold,
boiled down
            to just my soul:
Here, I roam.
                          Learning as I go, the beauty of alone.

Germ warfare
welfare
healthcare,
don't care?
die!

No use in wondering why
if why doesn't fit in with your
way of thinking.