allow yourself to be in pain for the things you do not understand
watch the river make its way to you
and see how beautiful things will destroy you

Emotions are so overwhelming
Even in their simplest essence
They build and break and destroy
They shape and form and create
The hardest thing about emotions
Is having no control over what to break
And no control over what to create
Because sometimes
A heart can break
And the only thing created is a tragedy

sticks and stones
may break my bones
but i know words
will destroy me

tearing and stringing together
to form the strongest weapon of all
the pen truly is mightier than the sword
or perhaps there is no difference
i am incapable of making that inference

choose your sharpest knives
straight from your thickest dictionary
find out i am not a reactionary
they say i bleed black ink
want to prove the rumor?
i know you can
i dare you to

i will crumble
i will smolder and fade away
like words burned on a page
trapped inside your literary rage

sharpen your knives
ones that destroy lives
trusty six-gun on your left
thesaurus on your right
huff and puff
with all your might
and i will
fall
down

There's something mesmerizing about watching
the flames of a fire.
Something about laying our eyes
upon destruction
Captures our attention.

Is that why some people
are drawn to destroy?

trembling, she buttoned up each catch to hide the melody burned into her skin

my ramona

set free too long ago
a song sent to be heard only in twilight

your face has new lines — none of which sing
these are straighter, without rhythm
you have been reconstructed into a sketch
a new art claims your body
a new artist claims your body

why do you let your canvas have such a possessive audience?

beauty leaks from your ballads
you are not a pen stroke

my ramona

a.m.