Thoughts ignite
And words burn
As everything considered,
—turns to fire

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2016)

To dance along the frontier
where no footprints lead the way
and a feather blowing on the wind
can change the course of history
its best to go bare foot
-let the Earth feel your skin
so she will know you are 'friend'

upon the
           grass
lollipops dance
    
        silhouetted

hangman’s noose

                 swings
                            above

the morning is infused with possibilities,
before the humid heat of the South weighs
me down.

I long for the mountain streams of Appalachia,
and standing under a water fall on a hot day.

I live in the city, but I carry the mountains with me
in my heart.

The mountains are home of my heart, where I can always return to
over and over.

A home of my heart to welcome a new day,
time and time again.

Then you said something about
how this shouldn’t
couldn’t happen again

picking your shorts
off the floor
squirming your legs into them

like milky straws

me in bed
your reflection in the mirror
one hand in your hair

strands hurled
back and forth
as if throwing last night

out of your head

red streams in your eyes
stains on the table
and I’m static but inside

all over the place

You get lost in your own mind sometimes
just trying to find yourself
locked inside of a prison where the bars
are made out of your fears
the guards are negative connotations
and the warden is your own inflated ego
You dare not go beyond the walls of self-doubt
without proactive reconnaissance
but you can’t help feeling that freedom lies
just beyond your insecurities

Do not wake me
Do not take my sleep
Haven’t I suffered enough
Wont you just leave please
Take me back to my dreams
Where I might find
A modicum of peace

Heart sings a song of my feelings
hope you can hear deeply
ricocheting a rhythm of love
so you can feel it strongly
you're the colour of my tune
I'll create our own music
spreading splash melody
and let's dancing together
just you and I

The first time he hurt you, you told your mother
Her visions blurred by a bottle
You poor little lost soul, you are surrounded by poison

Your dreams were limited to one island
'You can't leave here'
He rips the rest of the world off of a map

A sick seed grows inside you, spoils your appetite for life
If only you had wings
You are so sick you don't see love anymore

A small window of opportunity arises
I have to leave now
Your father helps you pack your car in the night

A new road on a long journey
Five hundred miles does not feel like enough
Is he following?

Sunshine and cigarettes are now your new air
You gladly accept this poison over the last
One day, all you'll be breathing is the ocean's air little girl.