I can't cure each word
Soak them in sorted light
Wait patiently for them to take flight
Some burst out too soon
Like runaway balloons
Those are the best words to write

A star up and dies
The universe sheds a tear
Particles fly everywhere
The Milky Way collapses
Half of infinity is gone
The Sun tilts on her axis
The Moon knows something's wrong
Oceans begin swelling
Water devours the land
Earth hasn't been this bedraggled
since life first began
Gravity forsakes her
Grounds fall to the sky
A celestial teardrop's ruthless goodbye

Two people, faces on
A screen, and two
Voices telling us how we should be
What’s new in the world, why we should
Avoid doing this, avoid doing that
What’s in, what’s not, what we should all do best

I see some nods
I see disapproval, approval
I see shifty glances in eyes
I see mouths start to move and talk
I see phones, many phones
I see the consumerism kicking in
I see unwavering doubt

I see lies, a mirage
I see the contours of deception
I see material eyes and material hearts
I see heavy minds and empty heads
I see people wondering about how they should look instead
I see people dreaming of a better life
I see people forgetting their own beautiful life
I see insecurity, stinging idiosyncrasy
I see flaming ******* media hypocrisy
I see romanticization of all things ugly
I see faces that look so young and glossy
I see big lights that cancel out all the imperfections
I see makeup that covers all the unwanted
I see ivory and I see bone
I see a curated life that I’ve never known
I see this image stitched up
And I never see it become unsewn

She had a spirit of flames
Eyes deep as the sea
A soul soothing as rain
A heart born to live free

And while she loved Earth
she always knew she could fly
A true goddess like her
belongs in the sky

The boys all taunted, wanted and kissed her
But when she leaped out the window, nobody missed her
She ran away fast as her scrawny legs could
Learned to do cartwheels when misunderstood
She spun herself straight into the sun
Nobody missed her and she missed no one

Calling all ears
all guts and sneers
every daft-deft writer who would be
poet

Write your soul, your boots
your fight, your fears,
your misbegotten loves
tucked behind your ears

Roll with punches,
belch and rattle at your stars
as they are truly indifferent
gaseous, asinine orbs

Pull rank on the nothing
my lovely, living friends
as your truth is beginnings and ends
and I love you

#poet #writer #write #love

Not only do scars remind me of what I've done
They also remind me of what I've become
With age came the wisdom to put the knives down
At least while I'm drunk and running around
Nowadays my scars collect on the inside
Solid tissue grows where my heart once thrived
The doctors are shocked I'm still alive
Quite frankly so am I