Remember you are loved
When you feel low,
And people care
When you don't know.

Each day take a minute
To tell yourself you
Are loved, resilient
And alive.

Even if one minute
Turns into to five,
Remember there's help
When you need to find it.

Seconds may feel like minutes
Minutes may feel like hours
& hours feel like the death of you.

But find help
when you need it.

Cracks meandering like
Rivers upon the ground,
But it's our shattered souls.
How by now we hoped we'd be whole,
Only hearths with limited coal.
When we extinguish we make no sound.

Only hearts with finite
Beats.
We're in the race but just
Want to rest,
But one slumbers and sits
In comfort when they have
Assurance.

The wind and how we
Twist chaotically with it,
Our hopes can hold momentarily
Suspended like rain in crosswinds.
But we crash down and
Are absorbed by our surroundings.

The Earth was spilling with
Green trees & brown bark.
The oceans glimmering with
Iridescence.
Wild flowers ranging on a psychedelic spectrum
With Oddly symmetrical patterns.

An Earth born fresh
With Life blooming
Anywhere that Life's Death
Touches.
The decay quickens the land
Lending life a helping hand,

Maybe a different planet entirely.
No war touches, No:
Religion,
Humans,
Famine,
Disease,
Nuclear Weapons,
Bombs or
Devestating Artillery.
No apathetic Suicide
In a world that endorses Genocide.

Just a planet of Rainbows
& Spirals.
Where life runs
in cycles,
And natural death
Can make it's rules.
Just a place
Of Serpentine rivers
& Azure waterfalls.

I just want it bad
I really need it,
It makes me so mad
But I still read it.

I don't hold it & it
Makes me sad,
But I still bless & write it
Despite that,
Does this make me less?

The only sight I dream.
It makes me want to scream,
It tears me at the seam
Till I effervesce into steam.

Said he wants to bang me,
Told him find a noose
You can touch me when you hang me.

Grubby paws
Watch for my claws
Cause I can take your all


I can take you to the cosmic,
But you and your microcosm
I'll swipe you out like
A Microorganism.

Then I might actually ******.

Social degeneration
A gift
Of our generation.
Moral degradation
And
Spiritual incineration.

We burn and rage
With more than
Is beyond our age,
We set the stage
And watch as the
World burns like
Dried sage.

No history books,
Let alone words
To fill a page.

What
When
How,
Did I fall
Down the rabbit hole?

Rabbid
Habit
Stab it,
Amputate gangrenous
Limbs.

Song
And meaningless Hymms,
You never caught me
Before Satan bought me.

What?
I should've stopped
Before my balloon popped.
But the pressure was immense
Lost time, past tense
In the sun, was the fun
Ever intense.

Was I ever there...
I feel like thin air...