'I'll never see my brother again'
says the stranger I met online somewhere
And he proceeds to tell me
about the rocket exploding
while his brother tried to rescue
others
but died himself

I can't help but cry
and the stranger gets worried about me
since I'm crying
So I dry my eyes
but I'm wondering
how did he turn so much pain
into kindness?

the room is a nursery
following the breakdowns
of all its residents at three
in the morning, it
whispers soft things
and peaceful melodies
and rocks them to sleep
when no one else will

I don't cry - but sometimes
When there are no more battles to be won
Tears fill my eyes.

I don't live outside - but sometimes
I step out from the shade in the sun
And let the light in.

I don't beg - but tomorrow
When the world skips and I lose my place
You'll find me pleading

I don't pray - but today
When I open my eyes and can see your face
I'll count my blessings.
Count my words as though they will soon lose
meaning.

Silence is golden; leaving my words weightless.
If the truth set us free, I would have sacrificed
Less.

Shed the debt, you free the monster.
Chin up, it's good for your posture.

I don't age - but sometimes,
I look in the mirror at the scars that I fear.
My expression fades as my complexion withers.


Smile... Take a picture.

is not the black hole,
the remnants of something that
once used to shine from
a million light years
above
a sign
that death does not
limit, but empower?

it must be fun.
watching nonchalantly, not a care in the world, dancing to your electro-pop ballads of **** and drug misuse, numb to the pain that you left me to endure.
it must be hilarious.