We carve our nails
through your warm,
brown flesh

We **** your children
forgetting that we
too are your
sons and daughters

We poison your blood
without thinking it is
the same blood that
runs through our veins

We slowly suffocate
you, our  mother

How dare we?

Dear Mother Nature,
Don’t forgive us.

Limbs creaking,
screaming, begging
for mercy

The ground comes
closer as the shrieking
grows, grows, grows

the murderer wipes
the sweat off of his
face and goes
on

(the victims
stand in line)

He is the executioner
condemning us all
to Death

He, and his
axe

tearing it
apart

dissecting

analyzing
every bit of pencil lead
to find a message

we forget

that the
feeling
is the most
important part

This world
is mine

Empty
till I came

Now;
I  take the
pieces of
my imagination
and put them
together
differently

They reach
skywards
and I build
more

I make it
real

I watch it
grow

It comes to
life

and turns against me

empty hallways
speak louder than
the blaring music
outside the windows
there’s nothing
nothing at all
there’s nothing outside
nothing inside
nothing in the cellar, either
so we might as well
light a fire
right here inside
light the fire and
**** the consequences
they’re empty too
just watch it burn
until there’s really nothing left
and maybe then
maybe
*but just maybe

I knew a boy once
he had his pulse  
in a bottle

He couldn’t climb mountains
with the bottle in his hand
and he couldn’t make a girl stay
with his heartbeat somewhere else

And you’d never believe
what he did with that bottle
he’d spin it around
on the floor
spinning
perfectly synchronized
with the music

As the music got faster
so did the spinning
and he couldn’t be sure  
where the tip was pointing

so he trusted his bottle
let his pulse slip in
and he jumped
in a fairly general direction


I knew a boy once
he had his pulse
in a bottle

but one night
the bottle stopped spinning

Now he can climb mountains

My pen exploded
it's dripping
dripping
dripping

I can't write with it
must save my hands
hands
hands

The words are gone
they mean nothing
nothing
nothing

Wind runs through my fingers
but doesn't stay
stay
stay

This wasn't meant to happen
I don't understand
understand
understand

without words
I am nothing
without hands
I don't exist

and if it means nothing
I will never
understand