On a patch of the yard
Behind my house
Lives are being risked
And even lost
Nature maintains.
Each end not a spectacle
But a prelude.
This is not a subtle thing
But simply the cost
Of perpetuity.

Those who don't feel the Earth turn like I do,
How sweet is their slumber?
Unknowing, unable to see the stars that are falling
But I could not, could never not,
Know the **** of gravity that pulls me under

growing up has been holding eulogies
for the people that i used to be
maybe that’s why i’ve been wearing black
since i was bruise kneed and fourteen
when i look in the mirror i don’t
recognize the girl i see but when she
stares back there’s a sort of comfort,
in her hunger pain frame...
grown out of the cracks of the city
like a **** on the sidewalk—
surviving despite being stepped on.

when i was older i knew who i was,
bright eyed and bushy tailed,
bruising my lungs with the songs i’ve sung
in sacrifice for this body is a temple but it
is far from sacred and i am the god to
whom it is devoted.

it’s raining salt like sunday nights,
self doubt and sea water,
everything i could be escapes from my
mouth faster than i can breathe—
i woke up tired seven years ago
and i haven’t recovered since.  

i wear myself like my second best skin,
we are the mask and the wearer
and every me is me
the past is just as infinite as the future
but i’ve been holding eulogies since i was fourteen
and mourning is always harder on monday’s when everything is new but me.

— when i was older

Each morning I wake, my sole wish to
understand this world, and my place in it
Have I made progress? Slim, I must admit
and though I seem as such, I have no clue
how to stumble through life not being blue
Often I feel as though I want to quit,
but some twisted will won't let me submit
until life wrings me dry, bids me adieu

When I think of lost time, I feel contrite,
the learning curve of life always felt steep
and the future seems looming, foreboding
Sometimes my hubris fools me by daylight
yet when I go to bed, just before sleep
it hits me; I'm no closer to knowing

It took his resolve
a mere tear
to settle the drought
that lasted for years.

Memories replay in slow motion of my last moment before throwing my soul into the abyss.  

The void of whiteness.
Is my new home.

The wrath of this dying world, spared me from karma and now an irreversible act been committed by my own doing!

I chose to follow this path. I tie no, faults or blame to anyone.  Condemn anyone around, you for what sake?

What would you give or take?

To find peace within my eternal absence?

Is that how, you wish to remember me?

Various emotions all calling out to me.  The weight of consciousness decreasing, unable to vividly, and physically express concerns that are no longer part of me.

People whom entered my life from the past to future fill my eyes.

  Now, they all surround me for the last goodbye.

Not the reunion, a peace bringer would slay for. Where we cannot touch or exchange words.

My magic will live on!
Ever more so, even if my essence expires.

I've searched for solace.

I've even conspired against time

To search beyond the means of obtainable comfort.

Remember my voice

One day, you may not hear it anymore

Remember my touch....

All you'll have left to
remember me by is the wind....

I lived to immortalize our values

When our values could have immortalized us....

I lived to bring all of you to life!

Even though mine was treated
like it's a game
My life is not fit
For a book or frame

This life meant to be.
Was never meant for me.
Mindless self indulgence.
Just another memory.

Is there more after this purpose?

I am not absolutely certain.

No more troubling questions.

My apologies for being a burden.

When people love power
more then  they do people
When people love money
more then they do people
Poverty will always have its way
World peace will always
be far away.
What can I say.
It’s a sad thing.


Shell ✨🐚

My heart overflows with love for you.
I can’t describe what you do to me on the inside.
You are the only being on earth who reaches inside
of me, and touches the tip of my heart with your soul.

How on earth can this type of love feel the way it does?
I can’t breath, I can’t see, I can’t even reason.
But yet, I can breath, I can see, I can even reason.
You make me feel a love so deep, I cannot describe it.

This type of love isn’t possible, yet I know that it is,
because I feel it for you.
Time stands still when you and I are together.
Almost as if distance never set us apart.

When I’m in pain, you know to call, you
seem to know when I need you most.
There must be an invisible bond that
connects us still, just like it did when we were together.

This type of love is scary for me, I never felt anything
like this before.  We don’t even have to say anything,
our love comes out in the air; it comes out of our pores.
The love surrounding us is like tension in the room, you
can’t see it, but you sure as hell can feel it, and it feels good too!
Seeing you, the real you when I look into your eyes,
cements the bond that connects our souls.
I don’t think that I will ever stop loving you.
You are my destiny; I can feel it in my soul…mate