Seek understanding.
Despise the actions instead.
Hate not the people.

A red bicycle
passes by as the sun sets
my mind goes with it

Peach cobbler sky
in my bowl of milk
round heart
dropped amid the white
color begins to melt together

Silent tears,
Silent battles.
In my head
They are fought.
So many, I cannot win.
One day I will fall.

I do not say
What a day contains
The conversation dull
Though you may ask
I will pass
To speak would all be bull.

The train yard is safe.
Far from society's eyes.
I can relax here.

These few spoken words
Leave much to be desired
Yet they say it all

Who is this separateness?
the one who parents me,
or the one who bullies.
The one who doesn't claim self,
but stands on the sidelines.
The one who speaks with my voice,
and hears with my ears.
They see with my eyes
but they don't think with my thoughts.
Them and I share much, and nothing.

I can’t just sit and listen anymore,
Like I use to do as a kid.
To sit and listen without contribution,
But to hear the frequencies in the voices.
Grown people can't do that I've found.
Grown people take up too much space.
They become not just a pair of ears,
But also a mouth that repeats what it hears.
Children aren't seen, and they aren't heard.
Flip the switch and now that you've grown
You are always watched.
And you're expected to speak.
Gone are the days of idle observation.

My truth is harmony
my truth is peace
my truth is love
my truth is you
together with me

Can I call it love?
I've become charred like the wick of a candle.
Set ablaze,
only to be blown out with indifference.

Acts of a few are
Not representational
Of groups as a whole

Guilt, guilt, guilt, guilt, guilt
Ticks, like a crosswalk, within.
Cold, clanging, buried.

I hear myself in whispers,
I glimpse myself in dreams.
But that is all just (a) sandman's lust.
And I will never be me.

i love you so much that it hurts
come,
sit by my side sweet child o' mine
you've cried enough tears for the both of us

knowing that i cannot help-
that this pain you must endure-
o that i could, sweet child o' mine
i would carry it all...

i would carry you.

Longing migration,
My heart is caged, wings bound.
Searching for springtime

I love to sit in the garden,
Where little troupes of bees
Buzz and gather pollen,
Around the rosemary.
I love to sit in the garden,
Where the flowers' delicate and fair,
Respiration gives crisp oxygen.
And fragrance the spring air.  
I love to sit in the garden,
And sense the warm sun on my skin.
Feel that vitamin D, and to soak it in.
I love to sit in the garden,
And watch the blue-jay play.
See the robin harken.
It's there I'll spend my day.

Overwhelmed by "needs"
How can I keep up with this?
Is there even time?

I'm stuck in the past
see
if only for 13 milliseconds
but the future comes in no
time
crushing me against the concrete
leaving me eating
dust
and i
still
don't know
what
happened

Phone conversation,
Leaves me feeling uneasy.
I do not like this.

My eyes are heavy
everything looks the same
am i awake?

my future is clear as the green
upon stagnant waters
with only one thing for certain

i've been holding my breath so long,
i've forgotten what it is to breathe.
is it painful?

when you start,
it's like breathing water.
first breath is both ecstasy and pain.

is that why newborns cry..?

the lungs of nigh
rest
two shadows in the dark
sinking into stillness

it's strange
this coming to terms with age
my body grew without my mind
i thought i was a child still
upon retrospect
it happened without me
my mind has changed
too many experiences to remain naive

The flowers on my windowsill
Pink, yellow, purple, white
Silken petals, stalwart stems
Standing, stretching towards the light
Faintly aromatic, open faced to me.
Eloquently poised so ever gracefully.

resting in my cheek
clinking against my teeth
round
hard, but
smooth
the sugar crust
sweet
taking away a little of the bitterness of life

an influx
drum pounding
the blood is in you
it tingles
soaring
i'm flying
my legs are free

Sing me a lullaby
Make it soft and sweet
Sing of stars and cookies jars
Just beyond our reach.
Tell me that you love me
And hug me to your breast
Then lay me down gently so,
And dreams will fill my rest.

Look up at the stars
Swim amidst their incandescent glow
Reverse gravity
Fall into the black pond where they float
See the ripples of a shooting star
Bathe in the beauty of the galaxies.

clouds parting,
fragments of light shine down
celestial beams,
that highlight the dewy air
l want to drink it in
and rejuvenate my spirit

I tried to analyze the flames by standing in the coals
and in the the midst of it I froze
Not froze, I suppose but rather burned
As the fire around me churned
My head, it melted
The thoughts did seep.
When your mind is lava 'cool' is hard to keep.

You waste away your day you say
And I will tell you "it's okay"
It's okay to be lazy
(If it doesn't drive you crazy)
Do something that makes you proud
If that means to shrug off the shroud
Then give that shroud a good'n tug
Go outside and unplug
Know that the initial leap is the hardest
Take that chance, try your darnedest
And soon you may come to find
Though we try to occupy the mind
That waste away we all must do
How it happens is up to you
Even the sky at times is blue.

little ball of confusion
like static it tingles
prickly to the touch
sleep in the head

If only I had wings sighed the man,
I'd fly away from here.
If only I had feet sighed the bird,
I'd run to the ends of the earth.