#refuges
Terrible remains,
I make them part
Human refuges
in a misused heart
I hang my canvas high
over your head
a painting of a life
not yet led
I place my hand on your anthology
I dissect your words in an attempted autopsy
Inside I find lovers that speak like mourners
my thoughts bleed and accumulate in your corners
I press myself against your notebook
escape others estranged look
And fill your pages with my red
until you're happy and well fed
our bodies are an assembly
our only vessels, bruised and trembly
my armadas of paper boats
may slip through the cracks
to fill us both up
with all that lacks
Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 6:43 PM UTC
Why do we ignore the poor
As they wash up on our shores
Children drown in the deep
While we sit comfy in our seats
The fireflies rain down
Tearing their homes to the ground
Still youre unable to comprehend
the love lost in the souls of men
Green God of America
Manufactured consent
Why should you care
If you can pay your rent
Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 10:35 PM UTC