An intruder on holy ground
Footprints defile
Leaving indents that fade with time
A redundant reminder of mortality
Watch as they gather
Why are you here?
You bear no resemblance to the dead
You don’t belong among the faithful
The ever-present
Those that see it every day
Forced to find pain in what they CAN’T see
Left without the sound of footsteps
While yours leave tracks
Defiling
Keep walking
Distance yourself from this
But know that you will be back
And one day, you will belong

Red, white, and blue
Patriotism - the colors of
blood, sweat, and muzzle flash
A flag waved over the “liberated,”
     the defeated,
          the deceased
Folded triumphantly,
     a triangle in a coffin,
          it rots
The truth lies forgotten
It looks up with dead eyes
and from empty sockets, weeps
     Heroism losing meaning

I’m left to wonder what your lips would do
If mine could meet them in their current frown
Like, would they speak my mind – say ‘I love you’?
And could I turn your dismal mood around?
I like to think that maybe it will come
And one day we will maybe get our chance
But ‘maybe’s turn to nothing, leave me dumb
And all that’s left, a saddened, hopeful glance
We mourn the loss that both of us will feel
The loss of that which never even was
And who were we to think that this was real?
We walk away without a second’s pause
        We never even get a chance to try
        And all the rest our lives go passing by

Reflection lost
A sense of falling
Wings spread, then cut away
By the wind rushing up to meet me
Sweet agony courses through my veins
Empowering
And yes, bitter, but…
Still oh so appealing
I smile as blood cakes my back
Relishing the smell
Wishing for the taste
To fill my mouth with iron -
So much better than the salty sting
Of regret
For how far I’m plummeting
I shiver - the ground shudders in turn
As I crash into and back through
It shatters into pieces
Impact takes its toll
My reflection on the floor
As blood slowly flows from my arms
Everything seems so…
*Sharp