Give me an ink
To drink
And I will ***** out my pain

All I need is a place to think
And I will sing
Out songs of pain

I wish I was an artist with brushes and paint
To picture down what is making me sink
In the tears of my pain.

Emptiness. Vast landscape.
Hope, glistens.
Grey clouds
Passers-by.
Emptiness.
Nothing left.
Scrabbling for scraps
In a world Unknown.
Dusk approaches
Dawn rises
And we are reborn.
Not as one, but as whole.

I have been trying to fake this tough girl,
just to make them see,
that even in this rough world,
they are no one more to me.

I say I'm ok,
When I'm nowhere close to fine,
I was falling apart,
but I covered up the signs.

But now I'm gonna let them see,
what I've done to me,
I'm tired and I just want to,
Feel those Tears,
running down my cheeks,
that I held back so long,
Because they'd said I'm weak.
I want to feel those tears,
feel them wet my skin,
They've lost for so long,
this time I want to let them win,
I want to feel those tears.

The anthem used to go,
I'm ok go away.
I know I'm broken,
I'm alive, I'm awake.

But I'm not gonna lie,
not today,
I know I'm broken,
but it's not too late.

But now I'm gonna let them see,
what I've done to me,
I'm tired and I just want to,
Feel those Tears,
running down my cheeks,
that I held back so long,
Because they'd say I'm weak,
I want to feel those tears,
feel them wet my skin,
They've lost for so long,
this time I want to let them win,
I want to feel those tears.

Sometimes I don't feel like talking,
But I got to keep going, got to keep walking,
Sometimes I just want to sit here crying,
But now all I want to do is feel those tears.

cold silky wetness touching my skin
sending a shiver through every limb
water dripping from my hair down my nose
cold wind through my jacket blows
hiding the tears streaming down my face
covering even the tiniest of space
tear-filled eyes becoming foggy
emotions drench every inch of my body
crying stops with the dissipation of the rain
a sudden downpour and we meet again

Within
the darkness
I found my light,
within the silence
I found my voice -
my true self
I see.

Like wallpaper;
Ragged and yellowed.

Old smoke stains
His teeth and lungs.
His insides peel

You pass him by,
But he knows things.

He and he waits and he knows things

Death or Freedom
I shall make my own choice,
never to be seen again
or silent lay my voice.
I am more than the
beauty your glass hold,
out there for me
the whole world will unfold,
and to my family
only will these stories
to be told.

Death or Freedom
I shall make my own choice,
never to be seen again
or silent lay my voice.
I am more than the
beauty your glass hold,
out there for me
the whole world will unfold,
and to my family
only will these stories
to be told.

Death or Freedom
I shall make my own choice,
never to be seen again
or silent lay my voice.
I am more than the
beauty your glass hold,
out there for me
the whole world will unfold,
and to my family
only will these stories
to be told.

east morning nudges
her caress a noted breath
soon I come like a storm

do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not here, I do not sleep
I am the thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glint on these snow
I am the sunlight-ripened grain,
I am the gentle morning rain

And when you wake in the morning’s hush,
I am the sweet uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.

No good for shade
No good for the garden
Harsh light that doesn't fade
No fruits to be laid
For underneath
The roots are all frayed
The leaves they're all rotten
They're good as forgotten
I see it's looming silhouette
sharp
contrast
To the mystical glow of the pale moon
To the cynical lows of our existential gloom
Details eating at my brain with their redundancy
Black clouds as they loom
Patience slivered to a dried prune

bedroom curtains
the winter sun waltzes
with the wind