We are only a
                moment.

A breath fading
     from its inception

But let every
             subsequent action
             mean more than the last.

If I cannot even take care of myself
how can I take care of others

If I cannot even love myself
how can I love others

If I cannot really live
this life I’ve been given
how can I
justify
continuing
to exist

your shadow
means that you
are in the way
of sunshine.

why else do you think it's so dark?
you evil little human.

- v.m

The sun is shining and
moonbeams glisten through the air.
Moon, not sun.
While the sun shone
and incinerated the sloshing intestines of
vengeful beasts;
the gentle and forgiving moon
projected from their eyes and
caught the ****** maw of a starving deer.
Suitcases of leather stacked behind us
filled with spruce, pine, elm, oak, cherry.
Ready for induction t
o our paperless society
which consumes the forests of
Hippolyta and Antiope mercilessly.
Burning every leaf
then forgetting to feel
because nothing mattered.
Everything never mattered.
Facts are lie, opinion is truth.
“No one is nothing”
they shriek to the heavens
striving to be limitless
and scorning morality. Embrace death
and all its glory.
Life, while full of happiness
and gorgeous splendor,
refuses to acknowledge the
magnitude of the word. The thing.
Falling and reading and lines
and circles and explosions
and whimpers and screams. Agony suffered
silently, alone; never understood
because how could it?
What could totally encompass
the raging fire that devours the veins
and burns from the inside out
kept in place by the impenetrable
flesh that glints in the forgiving moonlight.
A hostile exterior that
smiles, waves, laughs on cue to
disguise the raging storm
fighting its way through from inside.
The shell which shrinks from the moonbeam
and into the harsh sunlight
that filters beneath the floating clouds.

How could anything be so tall?
I wonder if she is trying
to meet everyones expectations?
They don't even bother
to learn her limitations.
How do people have the gaul,
to build her up by lying?

When do they stop
and think if she will fall?
or will she drop
with a wrecking ball?
Nothing left but the foundation.
To heal her broken nation.

Her poor heart is dying,
because she sends so many to the top
through sweat, tears and crying
all just to stall
an end that is terrifying.

- The Statue of Liberty