The emptiness
That fades sunshine in rains,
Is the darkness of ignorance,
Clotted in our brains.
But the clots won't dissolve
Untill you die.
The only truth of life
Which you can't deny!

The pain you feel won't suffice
The scars won't heal or sublime
You will see the shallow darkness
Run through your vein,
Elevating all your pain
And filling up the empty drains

But

Let the blizzard of wretchedness drench
So the tears have no thirst to quench
Let the catastrophe vent through
From an opening of a flower
Blooming inside you

Treachery will sink
Make you a monster
From within
But you need to fight
For a second chance in life
Make it all right
And live again with pride

Here is a steering wheel
To drive away your pain
Go to grave and burry the past
That is Circling your brain

Scream and let go
It was never meant to be so
Let the hopes ignite again
Solace reside again
You deserve to smile
Bid the miseries goodbye

I drink sweet tea
To cover up all of the
B i t t e r n e s s
In me

taste the bitterness upon flowering
buds, it’s a bliss known only
to those who can bite the dark
and see the beauty within it.

i hate this
tumult of emotion
this primordial cordial of something and maybe and
never and could be.
it is dark 
chocolate
bittersweet and sour as it pools on my tongue and slithers down down into my throat and lodges there
solidified into a churning mass of
it will never be the same and regret and guilty
relief.
A single loss of
gilt jewel 
and a single loose word spilled 
from a mouth and
a cog is thrown 
out of orbit and into
the dissonance that it has caused.
a decision made
logically but painfully
with a wound that thuds slowly, knock knock knock
against my chest
not acute, no
more like 
a bruise 
a reminder that i am not as
mournful as i
should be
and that change, that hated, cursed change, 
has occurred.

You call me bitter.

Yes, I am bitter.

Why wouldn’t I be?

The taste of your

failure on my tongue

burns from how you

taught us that our

creativity tastes of cough

syrup and fear and

that failure tastes of

our very own blood.


You call me restless.

Yes, I am restless.

How couldn’t I be?

I dance to the

exhaustive rhythm of discovering

that I identify with

test scores and not

by the rhythm that

stirred me from my

forceful and deafening education.

My pain is trending on Twitter.

It went viral and I guess they loved the bitterness of my words.

If only they knew where it came from...  

My pain is trending on Twitter.

I cried and cried so many nights and they all replied with a like.

My pain is trending on Twitter.