blood soaking through a tissue
telling me
look what you've done
you're not a victim
you're no tragedy
but it's easier to believe
that i am

blood stains my sleeves
asking me
who are you really?
a kind soul?
a heartless *****?
i can't decide

blood rinses down the drain
reminding me
no matter how much i bleed
i can't escape from myself

soft sweet sour
honey bear hue
kiss on the cheek
reminds me of you

rain rose rapture
singing out loud
photos never capture
chaos in the crowd

laws learn legal
one more time
rope tied down
no thanks i'm fine

the moon
is so enchanting,
but if i
follow the light
through the darkness,
i might get lost
before the dawn.

late nights
the blinding light
of the computer
hoping
for
something
doors open
and close
hours past
the fire sky
now inky black
the fire silenced
but
the moon
stares down
telling me
don't think
too much
or your head
will burst
again
just sit and find
inspiration in the
christmas lights
neon lights
indirect fights
topical plights
and theories
i hate abstraction
but strive for it too
computer dying
and i'm trying
not to think

white and bright
winter wonderland
becomes
dark and dull
fright night forest
with
a biting chill
causing
the constant headache
the displaced dysphoria
and
hallucinations of home
fantasies of flight
begging
the snow storm
take me with you
my wings
are clipped
i can't move
i can't breathe
trapped and tired
surrounded by
greedy ghosts
and
dismal dreams
then
scarlet streams
if i have to stay

please take me home

chalky white
or
deep tar black
afternoon quiet
but my head pounds
it could be
steam summer
or
prickly leaves
of autumn
but it never changes
though i hope i do
just as the uncarved block
hopes for an artist
to make it
beautiful
so the rain
and the wind
shape it instead
unless it can learn
to shape itself