I'll turn this wasteland
    into a garden after my heart
   love shall lend a helping hand
   to ever abide and never to part

  as we labour through dust and sand
  in inspired spirit and unflinching art
  when hearts are united until the end
  love shall blossom sweeter than the start.

twenty dollar bill
America in crisis
or a wake-up call.
7/6/2020

tw self harm




I hear its sweet voice in my head
Making promises
Offering deals....
A little cut to calm the nerves?
That.. that sounds reasonable...
Its voice grows louder and louder
Tempting, coaxing

I don’t want it!
I’m not doing that anymore!
I won’t do it!
I try to protest

But there’s an ache in my heart
A restless, painful void
And while I know it’s not a solution
I do know it’ll release some pressure....
Make it a little easier...
maybe? maybe I’ll try... just a bit...

tw self harm





I want a bottle on my lips
And a knife to my wrist
Numb the pain
Feel something
Intoxicated
Bleeding
Broken
Crying
Dying
...
..
.

Yet from afar--verily
I won't let you go
beyond the sanctity
of love, nothing do I know

Frozen winter tears
lover walked miles for old love
hope he never lost

which sounds less painful
your rude words or your white lies?
whichever, it hurts.

Cliffhanging teardrops
are you tired of holding on?
You can let go now.