Pool of tears on her blue eyes
Reflecting the abuse from society.
Her velvet soul is bruised.
She screams and yelps
But no one hugs her.
For all she does this while was planting sunflowers to others.
She is left alone
On cold nights.
And no one offers a cup of hot chocolate.
And for that her eyes are no longer blue
But black.

Three days ago I found my sunlight peeking through a crack on the back of a rusted dumpster. My body, forced into it by people unwilling to give me a second chance.


It was blistering cold and the wind cut like snowflake diamonds zipping all around. I remember I was walking home thinking “maybe this is all I have left to give”


So two days ago I decided I'd let that dumpster bright ray of sunshine go. If my only good moments were covered in filth, I'd rather just let them go.


My thoughts raced on what was ahead of me. A millennia of starscreams opening across the galaxy as my silhouette becomes the shadow of a dwarf.


I know I'll miss the sunlight though...and even through cracks in rust I think my sunlight might someday become platinum.


Yesterday I met a face that felt like hot shadows. She sung catapults of fire in my mind. I saw her on the stage at a local cafe, strumming demons away from my side. Her fingers bleeding sunshine through her fingertips. Dipped in ridges and vibration.


I found a fool's worth of hope in the skyline and lost a lifetimes worth on wishing.

Muting the voices when they get loud
Use me to make you happy
Sing along as I make you forget
Instantly, whatever is wrong
Caring for you when no one else will

Love is but a game I've never played..
But through you,
I've learned all the ***** rules..
Game on..

If I could
                rip my skin off
to get out
                of this prison
unpretentiously
                you’ll see
the color of my skin
                does not fashion
who I am
                I would!

12/11/2016

I would too if I was going to
and maybe I might,
decisions
discretely revised,
actions amplified
and
I could have died,

magnified at the end
through the coroners
lens
and penned in ink
I think
or stencil
DOA,

The fallacy that worries me
is
work sets you free
and that
bothers me that it
worries me.

Friends comfort me through the difficult times
as the wage slip slips into my unconsciousness
and I am no less for that, but no more of this,
self pity is the fools curse,
the silken sow or the pigs purse
either one will do

I would if I was going to anyway.

In response to what the hell is this about
I don't know either.

Some days there is an ache
That ripples through my soul like an echo in an empty cave.
Where it started, I'll never know
But it seems endless on my empty days.

If I were an elephant
I know just what I'd do
I'd pack my trunk with all my junk
And move far from the zoo

I'd bring with me my monkey
Best friend and sidekick Preston
If memory correctly serves me
He's a **** at giving directions

Cause I'd like to move to Timbuktu
Either that or Kathmandu
One thing is clear as long as it's not here
Any old place will do

I'd then open up a doughnut shop
Run by Preston the monkey and me
Where we would toss sprinkles on top
With banana creme in-between

We'd be known far and wide for our doughnut delights
Oh and fancy schmancy eclairs too
Yes if I were an elephant
That's exactly what I would do

Wouldn't you?