i say
look at that gray sky
and you say
that gray sky is a beautiful hue

you say
the grass is set aflame
and we say
the grass is on fire too

he says
what's true isn't true
and they say
what should we do

he says to them
"whatever i tell you to."

everyone

villainized
victimized
ostracized
and

crucified

It happens quietly. Sometimes I don't even notice
until I am by myself late at night, staring at the ceiling.
I realize that it's not because I can't fall asleep
it's because I can't find any peace.
The thought sticks out to me because it's so singular,
it can't latch onto something else.
When I'm sad I feel tired, I feel hopeless
I feel nothing at all.

It creeps up on me. slowly, then suddenly
I am engulfed, held captive by a heart that
has vowed to hurt itself, over and over again.
A never-ending invocation of spontaneous sadness
if only I better understood my soul.
Maybe then, I wouldn't feel for the world
maybe then, I could fade from this earth.

the flag, no meaning
baseless and tattered

the president, so deceiving
no savior to intervene

my soul, quite defeating
can't bring myself to care

what is this world
without the truth

was it ever really there

every day a blue renegade
mercury falling out of the sky
solar system come
come feel me die
a star so burning that i cry
orange yellow black and why
do i hold on to relics what am i
the glow of the moon
me shapeshifting into the form of you
dark china drifting in fading out
what is the night without the dreams
echoing in the chambers of
a building that is baroque
time goes by i become confused
wrinkles ephemeral death is forever
life is so gray it threatens my soul
what can i say
each move is a play

When did being alive become synonymous with being dead?
If your body is filled with empty words and silent actions
then who are you to say that you are living?

Every day is like the last
it seems as if all the best ideas come from the past
I try to reach across the divide
but all I get is empty static moving through time.