I remember the joy
of consuming
happiness
there is a season
for everything
this time
I will just sit out in the rain
bated breath
waiting for a change.

Roses you heaped
Upon me
Flashy jewels
Shiny diamond hearts
Expensive perfumes
Silky scarves
Chewy chocolates
All of this
You gave to me
When all I wanted
Was a pumpkin
And some mums

Take away my pen
My lined paper.or napkins
And a poem has died

The wind softly
Calling to me
As she whispers
Past my ear
But the thunder
In my head
Keeps me from
Answering

Of trying to commit suicide,
Of being depressed,
Help others and make them happy,
Their happiness will rub on you.
11/11/2020

You circled around
The graveside
Sniffing the ground
Of your owner
.Upon hearing
No answer
You lay down
Let out a howl
And died

Ruffled hair, love, ruffled hair
I tear open the ground above
you push out the wooden door
this room is but ever unchanged
your skin— a stollen shore

Breathe in, love, breathe out
waves upon come tip toeing—
scared then off by a nasty storm
dust feasts all over our flesh
I give in on you, our desolate norm

Sleep on, love, sleep on
I grab what here is left of you
one swift jump; away I flow
this starry night is— if unlit
your shy life: an empty, ebbing show

stay serene, love, stay serene
unmoving cloud, you dance like dusk
mirroring, above— I lovingly sway
I see a light beneath your shine
you this withered water shan’t take away

your skin— a stollen shore
this room is but ever changed
you pull in the wooden door
we lie along with ground above
ruffled bones, love, ruffled bones

—Night, night at last

Your skin is not paper.
Don't cut it.

Your body is not a book.
Don't judge it.

Your life is not a film.
Don't end it.