I write to stay alive, To release the words that tear my flesh In their efforts to be born into this world. I write to leave my mark on the universe Rather than leaving marks on my skin. I write to prevent the silence from strangling me In its utter oppressiveness. I write to wash the sins out of my body And the stains off of my hands. I bleed ink rather than blood And wax poetic to avoid coveting new scars. I write because it's the only way I've ever learned To externalize the humanity that cuts me so deeply. I write because language saves me from myself. I write because my very existence depends on it.
I need you to know I need you to heal I need you use Your poetic will To lift the world To join the band I need you to Give more Than a ****! Lift your voice And be heard A better world Is what you deserve !!
I thought if I could swallow the stars I’d be as beautiful as the evening sky I tried one night with fireflies They burned my throat Their legs striking at soft flesh But my skin did not glow No moon crawled from my eye sockets I was left with corpses in my stomach I soon learned I would only ever be A cemetery