The District Sleeps Alone TonightSmeared black ink... your palms are sweaty
And i'm barely listening to last demands
I'm staring at the asphalt wondering what's buried underneath where i am
I'll wear my badge... a vinyl sticker with big block letters adherent to my chest
That tells your new friends i am a visitor here...
I am not permanent
And the only thing keeping me dry is where i am
You seem so out of context in this gaudy apartment complex
A stranger with your door key explaining that i am just visiting
And i am finally seeing why i was the one worth leaving
Help Isn't ComingHow much will you test yourself today?Help Isn't Coming2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There are strength in numbers.
And they drop everyday.
Almost into the double digits.
But shh, don't tell.
Some secrets were best not shared.
The burning in your belly is nothing,
compared to the tightness of your skin.
Don't look in the mirror.
Don't you dare.
Just the number.
Hate...Hate is such a strong word.Hate...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That's why I only use it when it's true.
And, quite honestly.
I hate you.
I Love YouI love the ocean.I Love You9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
No, not the beach.
Not white sands and
the hot sun.
Not even the beautiful creatures
that hide in it's depths.
I love the wide,
The danger of something
The way it moves.
The way it seems to breathe,
and be alive itself.
Something that stands alone.
That knows its place in the world
and that that place is
above so much else.
I love the water's egotism.
I love its nearly endless depth.
So much deeper than you or I
Claim to be.
Not the salt, digging into my skin.
Not the small waves that are so fun.
I love the ocean.
ThenThe sound of silence bleeds into my ear, and filters into pure madness.Then3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I look in the mirror
and scream internally
I want to take a knife, and cut off all of my skin.
No fat, no flaws.
Just pure bones and raw flesh.
Then, I can be beautiful.
Then, I can be happy.
Then, I can be wanted.
Then, I can breathe without wanting to stop.
Then, I can forget my past.
Then, I will be perfect.
The Rocks Know MostI want to sit with a rock forever, so I can learn with it.The Rocks Know Most3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe we can teach each other things to pass the time.
Is there a now in forever?
Or nothing but past and future...
Because every second has already passed before we realize it.
Nothing but decisions that have already been made.
Plans that have already been set.
Maybe the rocks will tell me, one day.