Drip.
The skies are sad today,
And trees have grown old,
Creaking as they wave,
With stories left untold.

Drop.
The sidewalk lays cracked,
On streets left to themselves,
With tiny apartments stacked,
Like boxes on frozen shelves.

Drip. Drop.
Are the clouds crying-
From joy or loss?
Is it light, like angels flying...
Or lamenting over the cost?

Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop.
The sun hides his face,
From our empty, lonesome town,
And the dreary, forgotten pace-
Keeps dragging us back down.

.

As I cried
and cried
and cried,

I longed to bleed
the words
poisoning
the tip of my tongue
till within,

As I wrote
and wrote
and wrote,

The tears had
faltered
sighed
and
settled,

Perhaps
poetry held me up
when I was
most alive,
And it still
carries me on
as I break and shed.


.

I knew you never loved me
By how you left me.
And I knew I'd never love again
Because of how you left me.

I’m fading back
It’s achin’

Two times I cried
Times are changing
It’s a blue day  
wasn’t always that way
To see you smile
And be okay .
I’ll sip the vial
Goodbye I’ll say

Forget my stain
Bring ease
To my tired brain .
If only I
Could be so sure
That this could end what I’ve endured
Maybe no
Hard to tell.
Maybe so
But straight to hell

Know I’m wrong
but can’t deny
Being gone
But want to fly
See me here
On another ledge
Fall into
My sunken head

Gifts from my mother
Were paper cuts from packages
That twinged and throbbed.
Beautiful bows in colorful patterns created a corset to not be removed.
Ribbons formed webs inside my chest.
They trap guilt, dread, and shame.
Now you give me a band-aid, scissors, and kisses.
And I know I'm enough.

my world is large
Monsters thrive on all grounds
across the whole globe

erasing the trace of my past
erasing the path to my future
Monsters thrive

i may be small
but i require vastness to thrive
i don't get the chance to thrive

these Monsters are Humans
They destroy my home
and destroy my hopes of living

i'm just a tiny insignificant butterfly
i have no ability to fight
but the battle has already been lost

i'll die along with the rest of nature
as hope which developed in a cocoon
flies away like a butterfly - myself

a small cup’s inside a vat
drip by drip
I”ve been working
on filling up
that cup

when it is full
and overflows
then I am done
for then the vat and I
are one.