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.

quiet, quiet
she is dancing

silent skin moving
under the twisting lights
cracking unnoticeably
quietly, like the morning sun

a leaf falls to the ground
slowly withering on the way
spiraling, turning, falling apart
mixing with her skin

and the gutter starts to fill up
and as it floats down to the sea
no one notices a few vital body parts
sinking into the mud

the light on the walls create visions
she imagines they are places
the gutter passes by so her eyes can see
she forgets where she is

she is a windmill of bones, creaking, breaking, falling
they are trees standing still and tall
soon I will be among fish, she thinks
the wind doesn't bother fish

she is dancing
they are watching and
the lightning
is about to strike

quiet, quiet

If there were
shortcuts, I’d
take them
I’d put them all
in my pockets
and always carry
a spare
in my bag
(and one in
the glove box, just
to be safe)

I might even
hand them out to
strangers  who look
like they
might need one
or give them to
friends
I’d hide them so
people could find them
and rejoice

but there are no
shortcuts, and
my pockets are
always empty
just like the
road ahead

and that’s really
too bad
because
my pockets
are quite big

There was a girl
who got
presents
every single day
from admirers
young and
old, from close
and distant

she never thanked
them, and never
opened them
she’d pile the gifts
up
outside, in her
garden

whenever she was
feeling down
she’d climb up
on top
and enjoy
how all other people
looked like ants
from up there

one day
she got a present
from her true love
it was an
empty box
so big
that her tower finally
reached somewhere
with no oxygen
for her to
breathe

I had a dream
about the ocean

white beaches and
seagulls making the
light flicker as they
fly over me

I had a dream
about the ocean

wild currents and
unknown forms of life
staring at me without
me noticing them

I had a dream
about the ocean

the reflection of
thesunset, carved
into the sea while
painted on the sky
and the salty wind
drying my eyes

I had a dream
about the ocean

black waves ragin
at rocks and humans
and all things disturbing peace
and screaming that I will
never know its secrets

I had a dream
about the ocean

picking up little treasures
it left for me, shipwrecked
little secrets I will
never know where came
from, and the ocean
will smile secretively back

give me
hydrogen peroxide
and chlorine
give me industrial
strength soap
maybe that will clean
this mess up

cover me in it
pour it down
I promise I’ll swallow

make me pure and
white and beautiful
make me clean

give me the brush
and I will scrub my skin
clean
maybe make way
for a new skin entirely

the smell of chlorine
once repulsive
is almost pleasant
to me now
as I let the acid
melt my skin off
drown me
until only bones
clean, smooth, lovely
white bones
stick out of a
puddle

don’t worry
I'm a professional

I know what I’m doing

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

You speak for us
about us
not to us
without listening to
us
so you don’t speak
for yourselves anymore
why would you?
others should

What happened to
scratching out
your own pattern
in the cave walls and
making your own wings?

Why have you forgotten
that you have wings
and that you can
be weightless
if only for seconds?

You only teach us
about results and test scores
if it’s forgotten tomorrow
well, I increased
the average score for you
they’ll give me a diploma
so I can show everyone
that I was able to
remember what I was told
without questioning
because you’re always right

You forgot
so you don’t teach us
that we can sow
our own seeds
in our own way
and **** our own plants
and after some time
maybe see one grow

Let us fight our own fight
and choose our own weapons
not your medieval ones
they’re useless against the
enemies we face

Let us sing
without being given
sheets and lyrics
that have nothing to do
with us
there’s a song in us too

Let us write
what we know
what we feel
what we learned
not from teachers
but from the smell of fog
from the rays of sunlight
shining through a prism
from water making our
hair seem weightless

Let us speak
without being spoken to
without a manuscript
that’s not from our hearts

Then you can be
proud of us
really, truly proud
and that’s nothing like
empty smiles and
black and white diplomas

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

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

there’s a drizzle
of tiny pebbles
too small
to bother anyone

they fall on his
hands, but stay
unlike the snow
that broke his heart

he tried to explain
the loss, but they wouldn’t
listen, so he
looked at the pebbles
and made a
decision

a few pebbles make
a molehill, and we all know
you can make
mountains out of
those

so he built himself
a mountain tall
taller than anyone
had seen

now they will listen
he thought
now they will
see

and he stood
at the top
proud as a Macedonian
king, awaiting
endless praise

but at the top
of that mountain
only the wind blows

Oh, if the world
would only give me
a moment of
peace

There’s a beauty
in the mess of today
a beauty in the
chaos of meaningless words
like autumn leaves
running down the
gutter, driven by
water and wind

But if only winter
could lay a sheet
of snow there, to cover
it all
to let me rest
from what I’m running from
let me sleep under
the clear sky and
dream of nothingness
so I won’t have to
listen anymore, so I
can find

tearing it
apart

dissecting

analyzing
every bit of pencil lead
to find a message

we forget

that the
feeling
is the most
important part

Surrounded
by pale,
dead, white
light

one single candle
pulsing
with the last
oxygen
left

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

Now
clean your
wounds

patch yourself
together

look at
all the graves

It was worth it
right?

Everything is better now
right?

the stars are bleeding
but the city lights
are too strong
for anyone to
notice

they call to me
but I have
no words left
only an empty gaze
as the world melts away

my words were taken
and now they
are dead and
broken

I know
because you returned
them, sent them
in the mail
no note or return address

still I know
it was from you
only you had the
power to take
away my words

I'm empty now
and I was never
full to begin with

and now the
stars are bleeding
while I just
stare
and you don't even
know it's happening

because the stars are
bleeding, and an
empty gaze will not be
enough

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