Close your eyes
See the air
Touch the ground
Taste the rain
Smell the sun
There's a rainbow
Do you hear it
Is it there
Do you feel,
The earth's old rhythm
Do you feel,
The ancient glare

She'll say left
I meant right
there are no wrongs
veto logic
the status quo
demands perfection.

My everything was nothing to you
But your nothing was everything to me

I don’t know
What ails the angels
Maybe they are tired
Of trying to guard me
And save me
From my demons
I picture them exhausted,
On a street curb
Smoking a Marlboro
Menthol
Begging for rest.
Maybe that’s what ails
The angels.

                             -L. Frost

World filled with lies

Compassion I'll come to despise

As I realize everything
I've been told has been lies

No one knows
The damage inside
Except for the demons within the
Minds of broken souls

The idle hum of crickets
Singing static in my ear.

Helium's silent snake-like hiss
cutting deep into my scars.

I look up at fading winter's star
and hold each moment
tight within my arms.