It’s cold, dark, scary.
Suffocating
Waves crushing on me

It hurts stings
Buries
My chest underwater

I can’t breathe.
You are over me and under me
And I can’t come back up

But then you let loose.
The water warms up
And the pressure leaves my heart.

It doesn’t hurt anymore,
Now you carry me,
Make me float

Singing me to sleep,
And it feels perfect,
And I know everything is going to be all right

Until the next storm comes.

it was a caress
it was a kiss
it was a hug
it was hope
it was love

it's a punch
it's a grin
it’s a chain
it's scary
it’s infected love

my blind love
your sick love
it was air and light
it’s smoke in my eyes
it's metal flavor in my mouth
kicks in my belly
vomited words
our love is guilty
us
just addicted
by our hypnotic poison

I lie
motionless
in this mahogany coffin
wrapped in  purple silk
cold earth above me
badly thrown with the ****
wet
by salty tears of those who loved me
your tears
your guilty love
there’s no more light
nor heat
for me cold corpse
a flower into my hand
withered
rotted
food for worms
my end
your     end

Is it worth the lives that are lost
The knives
The guns
The ammo
The litte girl without a father
The little boy screaming mother
The sister who now doesn't have a brother
The brother who sister is now gone
And violence is still number one
Is it worth crying over a husbands lost life
When he got mugged by a stranger
With a knife
46 dollars a friend lost his life
Is it worth the wife who had nothing to give
All she wanted to do was live
To see her kids
Got shot instead
And now her kids are crying cause shes dead
Is it worth the pain that comes with
Is violence really
Worth it

hashtags
do not bring back the dead.

they do not cause souls
to rise out of the ashes they lay to rest in.

hashtags

raise awareness for

loss
hurt
pain

and that ache in your chest you get
when you realize
that
nothing
is
the
same.

Because If im being honest,

making something a trending topic

is the only way

to make people

give
a
****.

Million miles away I watched the glowing stars
They shone bright as I stared all night long
If I had to wish for a shooting star to wish for
Some thing beautiful to happen in this world

When I woke, first tears fell on the newspaper
The headlines hurt more than the hot boiling tea
Ached more than the venom from a cobra
Merciless shooting stars on innocent lands

Whenever they decide to land, they land
Bombs threatening people around, killing
Soldiers striking at children and women
Labeling them terrorists, forging ahead

There's a woman standing in the line for cheese
and I see a sadness in her eyes
and a mouth full of lies.
She's gonna tell him,
I spent it on tailoring your vest,
and he won't believe her
and I suppose you can guess what comes next.
she doesn't know it yet,
but when she takes the goat cheese back home
her daughter will tell her she wanted brie
and her son will sell his father's shirt
for pick up drug money.
you dont know it yet,
but this line will cause death.