Meandering rivers, Cheating dry former course. Waters all around, Yet, none of it mine. Floodplain extends, With arid sands In between. Pouring drizzles, They stand 'neath a tree. Each soul dry, But the leaves. And when it subsides, Dry, they all just leave. The wet tree stands. In silence, In voice, Unfiltered and raw, Or layered and...

I will not name you. To name is to lay claim— and my tongue has already been a flag too long. I have trespassed: not with boots, but eyes. Not with maps, but metaphors. You grew where no one was watching. Wild. Unbordered. I am only learning how not to want what blooms without me. In darkness, I flickered a firefly...

The disco ball has broken Its light no longer shines One of the joys in my world Has had to say goodbye A woman who always smiled And made everyone laugh Has bowed and left the stage Night will fall for quite a while Brenda, we all will miss you I am glad I got to know The wonderful person you were Before you had to go, Now enjoy the new dance...

I am not sleek and charming— the words that fall from my lips are jagged, unpolished, like stones tossed into empty air. But I do not deserve to be heard. I am not sleek and charming. You listen to them, the ones who smile like mirrors, their words sliding like silk, their voices a sweet hum, and I am nothing but noise. Why would you care? I am...

And when you weren't here anymore I felt the blood drip down my skin- not from cuts, but from something deeper. I felt the pain in places I didn't know could hurt. I felt the tightness in my throat, the pounding headache from crying too hard, the shallow breaths I couldn't control. And now that you're gone, I let it hit me. All the things I refused...

From the wells of silence, connecting to silent rivers with life, falling in an undead roaring ocean. This often feels very small, and sometimes much stronger. Too unworthy to be touched, fouler than a sewer. But even this has a creator, which still believes this will get better. Can sprinkles make deserts wetter ? Why is this one of the...

Through your heart, two lands go— One too deep, the other too bold. What do you choose? The tatters of leaves, or muds of gold? Reckon we already know: Truth is uncomfortable, so lies are sold. Let’s paint the glasses all gold— She won’t see it now, It won’t be known. By the time she awakes, The gold will be blown. And where do I...

They gnaw at the edges of me, little sharp-toothed things with hollow eyes, crawling from the cracks in my skull to lap at the marrow of my thoughts. I used to fight them. I used to starve them. But hunger makes them cruel. So now I lay the table. Silver plates of regret, goblets brimming with old wounds, a banquet of memories too raw...

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where the hell am I I don't recognize this place we are led like cows to slaughter blind to this disgrace we take their poisons with a grin while they get filthy rich they play us like a lab of rats then kick us to the ditch our taxes buy their mansions the market is their bank they wallow in their sick perversions their eyes are dark and...

Maybe it’s because I know how she tastes, maybe it’s because my paradise owns most of this passionate spirit I don’t know, but I do I’ll never be able to keep my eyes off of you or my imagination away from the inside of you. Four days I get ready in my mind and rehearse with my tongue. Never has not getting what I desire the most ever felt so...

Welcome jokers, this is not a drill The enemies are closing in for a kill Turn your back, you're welcome to try Tell the world, you shied to die Wipe off the paint, tear off the skin, What's left inside? Let the rot begin. March like soldiers, damn the parade, A soldier never quits, till he's dead Stand if you dare, fall if you must, This world...