I want to scoop up and hug
all sad and broken souls
hold them, wiping tears
together, floating away
kindred spirits

Poetry
was a solace
when I was
broken
lifeless
will it be again
now,
bloodless

will it chase away
the fog of depression?

something with claws
slowly crept up on her
as she walked home
head buried in Blissful Oblivion
she felt not the deep incisions
the creature made on her dainty soul
she felt not the yawning crevices
sunk into her pure heart
by the creature with claws
she knew it not, until she faltered
in Dark Abandon.

do not be unkind
to yourself
There is only one voice
within, two ears-
Be kind.

blue notes
blue smoke
conversations, ****!
no solid occupation
dreams shatter, wither within