So you think it's okay
to  cause her pain
does it give you something to gain
to see her insane

she tries to not cry
she tries to get by
she tries to stop feeling regret
for all of her lies

she lays awake
trying to shake
the deep feeling inside her
that caused her to break

she feels all alone
she no longer has a home
she tries screams out
why couldn't he have just left me alone

but instead she is blue
for no one will want you
if you have
something to rue

Mister Mystery,

This lust is insanity,

Misery is mine.

She struggles for more
But
She settles for less,
Breathing slowly
Face down on the cold ground.
She wrote HELP
Even if no one read
There is a HOPE
That tomorrow is not too late.

the curiouser
wants to know things

like:
how many times
I've curled the edges
of that holy mouth

how many flutters
almost caved the roof
on that blood-red lockbox

how many times we've climbed
each other's walls, coming down
on soft dew clouds
inside your mind

and
how many times

you held yourself shaking
when I wasn't there

these things matter
to me

and I wish
I could overlay

my parallel trend line

I am broken
               heart and will

the world is broken
               festering and ill

its systems broken
                pillage and ****

careening out of control
                or standing still

from every side the scream
               answers mine, loud and shrill

I choke on tears that stream
               trying to swallow each bitter pill

The earthquakes are scary
They are weird and red.
They try to pull
down the people from
bed. the people
are crying they
are trying to run.
They wanted
to fly and
reach
the Sun.

There is a place where the rivers flow, and the weary eagles lay low,
It’s behind the shields of the earth, where the mountains serve as kings.
Displaying glory, wildlife, and peace, there’s a highway where the angels go.
And the battle of the night disappears, where nature finds power and healing.

It’s in the wounds, it’s in the blood, and it’s in the spirit,
That leads angels between the ring of mountains.
In the blue horizon, they swiftly sing in perfect lyrics.
And the land is laden in pure snow, healing the nations.

Like the clouds of the sky, in the thunder, you can see,
The six silver wings, and the Spirit that’ll set us free.