I am by no means a poet

but I want to make your ears scream songs

expressing the feelings in which they long

to hear what i find real.

i am not anything but spirit

living within this body

praying for the day i play

in a field with flowers tall and strong

until i fall

into the ground

grasping the dirt with my bare hands

smiling at the moon

while he smiles back

Everyone just waiting
Quietly, reserved.
Waiting for the loud speaker—
To speak, finally.
Music from behind you,
The cafe calling your name.
But no answer, I wait still.
Under a light, I feel the shadows
Anxious to take flight, I feel the shadows
Heels tapping
People laughing
More minds than I would ever know
The waiting.
the flight.

i forget to breath sometimes

possible? yes.

but only for a moment

never too long,

just enough for me to realize

what my body should do

unconsciously

perhaps it serves me

a friendly reminder

of what i need to remember,

of all i need to remember.

i’m so hurt.

every cell of my body

screaming

come back.

but i keep crying

so **** that.

it’s fate that things are over

and it will take some time

give me a couple

thousand years

and I will be just fine.