She silently swings waving bye to her grief
Floating free like a fallen autumn leaf
A perfect mute to the sorrow she sang
How heavily her heart hangs

                                                                     Not tied with a rope all tight in a noose
                                                           ­   But wrapped in a ribbon so silky and loose
                                                                        Bound by a warm and beautiful bow
                                                                    So easy to break free but she doesn't go
                                                              ­         The color so read of her saving ribbon                                                            Rubs off on her heart and repaints it crimson
                                                         It brings her a smile and a warmth to her core
                                                            ­            Slowly but surely the beat is restored

Put on those headphones
go on
put them on

now
find that song
you know
"the" song
or if you're like me
"that" playlist

now
listen
sing
scream
cry
please

experience the relief
that comes with this
therapy

now
bob your head gently
rock your body
but don't move your feet
pretend you're a tree
swaying with the breeze

now
enjoy this peace

because soon you'll see
it
always
leaves

so just press repeat

It’s time she says,
to make a wish
and peck the clock.
I’d love a kiss.
Ask what I wish
and with reply,
I say I can’t say.
It won’t comply.
With truth I wish
the same every time.
To be with you
and your beauty sublime.
Maybe I’m falling;
it seems like a crush.
Perfect figure for me.
Maybe it’s lust.
Purely she’s beautiful
with light skin of pearl.
Pleasant green eyes,
look my way, girl.
It’s 11:11 when you say,
“Make a wish.”
I kiss the clock
hoping for bliss.

I am frozen in hell when I'd rather be melting.
The ice around my neck has gripped me tighter than the noose and the hatred for what I've done doesn't have a single use.
The wailing and the moaning of the children born in fire ring forever like a symphonic melody rising from the deep...
From the trenches in the deep...
I strain to speak but my words fall short and God has turned his face away but I feel his sadness as I decay.
Perhaps they'll learn from our mistakes and avoid the traps in which we fell,
with hope they'll choose a different path so they won't see a sight as me whispering for forgiveness here in hell.

The Earth was ours.

We filled its fertile fields full of
Plants of our own choosing: our own design.
To provide for ourselves we drained the Earth
Because the Earth was ours.

We populated the islands that
The Earth had built for us from its own skin.
Like parasites we kept it alive for our needs
Because the Earth was ours.

Then one day the Earth spoke:

You who crawl over my face,
Unthinking for the blemishes you build.
You till my skin and plough my bones, you drink
My tears and feast on my flesh. Slowly, my fiery
Vengeance has brewed, bubbled upwards
And wrath shall be known.

It will begin as a rumbling.
You will think I tremble with terror at your might
But the movement of your monuments is more my
Laughter at your lowliness. The hallways of your houses
Will be hewn by themselves as my body convulses to be rid of the
Sickness of you. You will sound your two-tone Armageddon sirens
In vain as my thunderous thoughts tumble your towers
Fragment your foundations. Break your brick walls.
Stone on stone will spark, igniting infrastructure
And your cities will burn.

But it is just the beginning.

I will bury you.
I will bury you in the fire of my fury.
I will bury you in the ashes of my anger.
You will solidify, screaming, into silent stone.
You will choke, child-like, on my smoke.
You will die by my hand: your home.
And I will bury you.

And this to me is easy.
I am greater than all you build from
My body. So I use my body to wreak ruin:
Reduce your greatness to rubble and dust
Because the Earth was always mine.
I was always my own.