Where bullets and bombs end,
—the Poet begins

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)

I sat down today to write you a letter
I wanted to explain how I'm never better

Since you went away, my whole life has changed
I miss seeing your face. Do ya ever hear me calling out your name?
Ever since we lost that day, I've never been better

...Can't stop the way I get so sad
over silly little things, like how you'd call me "Dad"

I write songs and play, and things are coming along okay
but it haunts my night and day, and I'm never better

I hate to go on this way
So I picked up my guitar to play
and tell myself the truth, that I'm never [ever, ever, ever] better

My heart is an open wound
that bleeds ink from pen to page

I'm writing this tune
hoping you'll hear it someday

It may not explain all that I have to say
Just know that since you've been away... I'm never better




I sat down today
                              to write you a letter .

Under this whimsical sky
Leaning at the feet of a huge tree
With my pen ready to scribble
The words that needs to be,
Written!
The bloating thoughts that eat
My soul like a parasite
Has spread to my physical being
Hoping for a peak of light
But the cure has suppressed
Unfortunately!
I know I am not alone in this
This epidemic has spread wide
A countless antidote taken to ease
Leaving the waves kiss the shore
Without a high tide
Timelessly!
Fighting the demons that has infested
Inside my heart and mind
Burning their tails and horns to ignite
The very light, that I am to find
Hopefully!
I'll fade like ashes oneday
Blown bits of me in the atmosphere
Learning about me someday
You'd wish I was still here
Repentance!


©sim

words fell
    like broken
        glass
                from
your lips
                onto
bloodstained
                       carpet
lacerations
              searing your
bruised heart,
      transplanting
              its jagged rips
into mine
  beats sharply feathered
like injured
                wings,
angel eyes
   pigmented my color,
    blinded by a
cool sheen
hiding behind
                 tears
You are but a child,
young fresh entity
yet know the weight
of heavy
    and suddenly
nothing else
       matters
only your light
in my world,
however
         dark you get
nothing material
can fix it and I will
stop it all
to press
the button
          of time
and give
you
the
       world