Less is manageable
more is trouble

Time
isn’t rude—
she’s brisk.

A lover
who doesn’t
kiss—
what a shame—
she only gestures
to the floor
already turning
the next
corner.

I had hoped
for the whole
song—
not just
a juicy morsel
already slipping off
her shoes.

I rise
hopeful—
my palms
up like petals
in wind
and Time—
she is gracious
for a second
lets me lead
while the music
dwindles
behind eternity—
enough time
to burn you
under my skin.

How do I say this?

I am not perfect

I am not always happy

Life doesn't always feel worth it

And sometimes I want to cry

But there's so much left to do til I die

There is so much left to do til I die

I was born with my mother's eyes

My father's nose and a smile that glows

Sometimes life is hard

And sometimes it feels empty

Some people left me feeling like...

A discarded ball in the backyard

But if I stop to think

And listen without noise

I feel like I may be quite petty

Complaining about all the

People who don't get me

Life isn't cupcakes and rainbows

But I still think the sky is pretty

A girl played with her little pony.
The adventures were amazing and stony.
She dreams of someday a turning it into a real pony.

Before the adventure she takes care
of the little ponies melting hair.
The snowy pony climbs the mountainous chair.
Now its cat versus the pony but no one plays fair.


Snowy has become real and enchanting.
Snowflakes are a swirl of energy beyond implanting.
A little pony had a chance to be real
But the sun holds the power to its evaporating heart.
No one save it or freeze it apart.

She tries to race ponies with her best friend.
Yet the snowy pony is starting to melt before summers end.
Her friends pony starry has a better motor.
Hear the technical difficulties of a girl creator.

She entrusts the pony with an emerald necklace.
So it’s the pony’s fault it got lost in the seaside’s mad race.
Her tears spiral down chastising the little pony
into its melting disgrace.

Her love was mechanically infused with only power.
It tore out the reason to live for the little pony.
This sent melting snowy drowning through an endless sea.

he told me:
“addiction is just gravity.
you try to climb out,
but it pulls you back,
over and over.
at some point,
you stop fighting.
you call it home.”
then he wiped his nose,
snorted another line,
and laughed.
like gravity was a joke
only he understood.