I heard them say
That cats have nine lives
And no matter what life throws at them
They always land perfectly perfect
On their feet
But as impressive this may sound
I remain unimpressed
Because
Perhaps the same can be said
For Edmund black
Because believe me
When I tell you that truer words
Have never been spoken
No matter if the sky’s fallen
The earth’s crumbling
Or the sun’s risen
I remain standing taller than ever before

“No matter what”


     Still, I rise!

I sit alone this half-fogged, half-starry night on the beach
Watch the water seep over the rocks and sand and life
Your face seems to haunt the water between ripples
I draw my heart out to your ghost in the damp sand
Not in symbols or letters, but in words shaped silently
Tears salted like saltwater was my offering to God that night
And I know I chased you off for good but darling
I'll always send my love after you long after goodbye
Darling I'm used to being in love on the outside
I hope to be forgotten by you, pray to be remembered by you, and hope to see you again.

I spend this evening counting bumps in my popcorn ceiling

1,2,3,4,5,6,7

Heart is gnawing at my mind

8,9,10,11,12

Old washed out feelings

13,14,15,16

No words just

17,18,19

Memories

.......

when did i start crying?

The blade on my skin
Slides like butter on bread
What can I say? It helps releive stress
Been telling that lie to myself
For way too long, but that's what happens
When someone's not quite strong

Come to me, my wayward child
take the time to laugh and smile
embrace every twisting turn
for life is a lesson you can learn
from experience your knowledge grows
don’t get hung up on the lows
for every dip that you may feel
will come a high just as real
find your heart within the silence
never lose sight of who the child is
as you may grow envious of age and power
but that allure is just a broken tower
built upon a sandy pit
all the glitter and gold please ignore
and focus on what’s been writ
by wiser men that came before.

Over the edge
I quiver to look
there’s no bottom  
only a hook
dead bait
hanging
excuse the smell
this is but a tasteless mess
but what the hell!
No filter to muffle
the parasitical ink
grimmest in the minds nose
metaphorical stinks
But here I'll add
I wish you the best
After all this isn't a poem
it's only a mess

Heavy
Is what I carry
In my pockets
In my heart
Weighted like sand
Filling my throat
The fear under my eyelids
Cracks of light that creep in
Thoughts under my skin
Dying just to be let out
But I stay only silent
Let the fog rapture me
The pain can sink in
Past my skin
to the bone
to new days
from the same me