Kyle White

Kyle White Jun 2020

I heard you were scheming a way
To reverse engineer your existence
That's a convoluted synonym for suicide,
Do you still dream in monochrome?
I think a little colour
Might liven the place up
Maybe paint an accent wall
Or purchase a houseplant
Something to ignore
When the episodes become seasonal
I've been hanging on for so long
I have callous on my callous
However, my grip remains tight
I hope you don't loosen yours

Kyle White Jun 2020

The Same Tree

We are different branches on the same Tree
Although, our roots remain unseen
We share the same foliage
Endure the same breeze

Sometimes the sunlight hits me Brilliantly
While you are shrouded in shade
I do not celebrate these fleeting Moments
Because I know, it's just my time of the day

Tomorrow you'll shine
And I'll be in the shadows
In these moments in time, I will not Grieve
Because my love, my kin, my kind,
We are different branches on the same Tree

Kyle White Jun 2020

Addict

They call it drug abuse
But who's abusing who
Are you abusing drugs
Or are they abusing you?

Kyle White May 2020

Endurance

My pain is
Portable
However, cumbersome
I wear it
Like a weighted vest
I've been running
From myself for so long
That I've built up
The stamina to
Continue

Kyle White May 2020

For Floyd

Knee to the neck
Face in the asphalt
Only in America
"Well, it must be the Black's fault!"

"Listen to the police,
...and what they're insisting!"
Floyd said he couldn't breathe
And he wasn't resisting

"Don't commit crime
...and this won't happen!"
You racist motherf@$!er,
Have you no compassion?

Did you view the same
Recording as me,
And where did you develop
Your lack of empathy?

'Relieved of duty' isn't enough
It's the bare minimum
Do right by our brothers and sisters
And charge this f@$!ing criminal

Lock up Derek Chauvin
And the others involved
Until Justice is served
This won't be resolved

Kyle White May 2020

Impermanence

In the basement of heaven, and
We're banging our broomstick on the ceiling
Trying to accept our impermanence
Like a bad headache, It's a finite feeling
If you had access to the dial
That lifts the fog, or
The telephone line
That reaches God
Would you call
Our anonymous saviour, or
Text later?

Kyle White May 2020

Man o' War

I awake
Bruised and sore
Like the remains
Of a ship
Subsequently bashed
Against
An unlit shore