Life was hard
Growing up
No college fund
Bills unpaid
Gas and lights turned off
Frequently
Hard to do algebra
By candle light
Hard to read books
With shivering hands
Two parents
Worked a job a piece
When they were not arguing
They were silent
Misguided and caught
In the clutches of the
American Dream
Now with me
We dared to mention
The truth of reality

When we read words
Of sorrow
Authored by another
We attack the page with
Lines and erasers

The words become
A threat
A danger in the brush

We are executioners
Of sorrow
Survivors of the prose

With each other we are
Stronger
Through sorrow we grow
Close

I am the moon
I am full of life
Radiating
Then
I'm partially hidden from view
Slowly to be covered
in shadow

Her long hair
draped
either side
of her hazel eyes
and her lipgloss
shielded
the truth of
her whispers
I remember
her desires
the flowers that
bloom
and the texture
of her goosebumps
as I held her
on top the windy earth
a laughter
a crow
sowing seeds
of feelings
we dared
not explore
as we drift
with the undertow

Our feet have
a finite
amount of space
to walk
like sunlight passing
through monolithic
towers of economic
power

Our small planet
shrinks
minute by minute
day by day

roads, signs, fences,
urban decay

walls, boarders,
wars, governments,
aggression,
& hate

We've lost our ways

limitations of a vast
wilderness we once
roamed
as the wind travels
in the spaces
between

trapped like electricity
in machines
and now we
live in small bubbles
and believe that freedom
means
to isolate ourselves from troubles
beyond
barricades

You
You should know by now
that your flashing cursor
lives in a temporary domain

That you will only
remain silent
between chatting neurons
and won't live to see
the day 10 years
from now

I'll be sipping from
champaign flutes,
you'll gather dust,
and your color will fade
by the sun without guilt
nor remorse

Your logo is a curse,
a badge,
that reads
Hello My Name Is:
existence temporary.

for you don't know me
nor the font I choose
you don't feel these words
like I do

You think your so
perfect by correcting
the misspelled
and underlining
past mistakes

You can take your
fascists dictionary
and grammer
machine

and depart into
darkness
into
a cold
black screen