she is ancient, bold
blood like fierce gold
old skins falling down
the thorn inside the crown
death is new life
rewrite and rewrite

the psalms of the wicked
dare me to thicken
to drench my soul in the quarells below
but i wont quake
i wont shake
for it is not my sanity to take.

We each bear our own weight
And our own stories.
Our difference is what makes us
Different from any other animal.
We are animals with unique minds
Trying to find minds to match our own.
We all bear the weight of our own wings.
Beautiful wings that can carry us to the
Edge of the sky.
The chains we make around ourselves are what keeps us grounded.
They're what holds us back.
We are creatures that need lights to follow in the dark,
If not a friend to lead us then
Our own mind as the only thing that we can really
Trust.
We all need anchors to steady us,
To bring us back when we've fallen.
To remind us of who we were and who we now
Are.
We all need light.
We all want the world,
But we sometimes forget that every
Star has their own world.
So don't take theirs.
Just
Make your own.

I miss having you
In my stream of consciousness
Because now all I do
Is try to push you
To the back of my mind

You don't belong there

Do you feel the desert sun
As it pulls
All the moisture from your skin
You barter for each breath
Lest it escape between your lips
There is smoke in the night
It stings your eyes
Full bodied in your chest
The sand is warm between your toes
It burns with the heat of the day
Although the sun
Barely laid to rest
In her bashfulness
Looking for her stamina
To wear tomorrow
One would not think
Gravity would pull so hard
It does not seem fair
When the stars
Look so beautiful
Call so close
I shudder in the dunes
Oh that dreams were a grain of sand
That they were as weightless
It is not such
I cannot bury the tears
Even still they fall into the earth
A kiss that becomes a vapor
I will water the earth
Pouring into her
My pores vacant
My spirit follows
She makes me toil
I am not above my humanity
It humbles me
Staircase of pride
Stumbling block
How does one face a new day
I bite my tongue
To spit in the face of destiny
Is a fools errand
Yet she has done me no favors
I owe her no respect
A token slipped between hand
A bet and a wager
That will not be paid
Unless blood is spilt
Earth claims all, as she bore all
Sand in the desert, burying secrets
The ground knows so much
She does not taste
But swallows up
She is a scholar of sinners
Outlasting the shudders of your spine
Patient is she
It costs her nothing to wait

You wanted her
The way a child wants a shiny toy
Right before Christmas

Thinking about her, the things you’d do if

You got her

You wanted the anticipation
You wanted the present,
wrapped up
with a nice ribbon on top!


You wanted to see her eyes sparkle
If you were to say something funny
Or endearing...

You wanted to taste her hot chocolate

But toys get old!

You should know, you’re not a child any more.
Every Christmas you end up wanting something new.

The only thing that remains is tradition,
Going home for the holidays

I thought I was tradition!
Thought I was home...

I thought a lot of things.

But I do KNOW one thing,
My hot chocolate is Christmas!