I once thought of the bird on the window it cawed at me I screeched back I wonder what what was it about the bird it wasn't that I was bothered I just couldn't Understand it we went back and forth time passed slowly through the rainy day I began to realize the bird wasn't lashing out it simply wanted to live through the storm the storm that followed every place it went what a silly bird it should have just simply asked
there's just something about the stillness of these stones that sings me to tears— today is august 5, 2026... today is august 5, 2026...
so screams the years of layers of dust encrusting the petrified earth; lonely, rid of her supple footsteps to graze and wipe it clean.
like the stagnant roots that seem to have given up creeping to grasp for any foot to cling to or touch i can only stay so still... knowing oh so well everything we touch turns only to soil.
i could act myself a fool greeting barren outcroppings only to the reply of my own voice hoping that the once green grass would once again bloom to the bliss of my welcome— but i'd rather settle for silence...
instead of crackling leaves; stepping, all i heard were my shoes against pavements, failing to muffle the cries from underneath my feet.
*someday, somehow i will make it so these lands will know soft rains once more—
something i wrote before my life just started shutting down~~ partially inspired by he short story 'there will come soft rains' by ray bradbury (hence the august 5, 2026 thing) and mostly just from he rush of feelings i had imagining how my now abandoned childhood home (where the ashes of my mom, dad, grandpa, and grandma are) back in the province looks like when i would eventually return there...
this poem means a lot more now after visiting there last month for the first time in two years since the pandemic began and yeah ._.
the room is suffocating, I am spiraling I thought this was my season but I am unwell there's so much I want but so little I have I feel like I am stuck at the bottom of a well can see the light and life above but I remain in my broken shell I want to feel even a little bit more secure I want to smile and sing with the birds my foundation is shaky, my will is breaking waiting for someone to save me I tried to save myself with no help I tried to love myself to no help I tried to do it alone with no help I tried to run from it all with no help I just really want to be held I just really want to be felt make the most of these cards I was dealt
Beautiful Soul tunes booming A dance with the devil looming ****** tendencies, stop assuming Only one way to bring me down Is with hex bags, have them drag me around Hell on Earth by my 22 piece bringing peace A paradox, a pair of docs couldn’t pick up on Point blank piercing ears, hiding wounds tear I point blanks just to introduce fear I shoot rounds just to step with the devil’s snare Conjure up the hellhounds for this is their heaven here The good Lord and his reverend An a irrelevant justice for revenge ends I’m hell bound, show me the hellhounds I can’t let these last few rounds go to waste now
Salva me Save me From the horrors that I say From the misery on display From the atrocities that play Within the confines of my mind For only my demons and angels to find To **** me, or to raise me from what was left behind