So much for stars in our eyes;
we’ve outweighed our worth.
We aren’t more than the flies
that float with the dirt.
Category: Awful Poetry
Move on
Lone, damped room
Sounds of Clair de Lune,
Surrounds your tomb.
The last thought of you
Past away at noon.
the wanderer
lost in between,
what’s already discovered-
what’s Left to be seen.
a walk with death
Kindred flames burn bright amongst the light, but where does the flame go when the darkness consumes.
We all shan’t be remembered, except maybe those unlucky few – but what of friends and families, lives, and stories.
Children won’t be spared, as the tombstones read, and even the healthy aren’t but a slip away from the eternal sea.
Sit with death, and keep him company, just as everyone before you.
But know that amongst the dead, the faintest sound heard behind the ear, resembles the sound of their voice, which was once carried by the wind.
the hidden I in lonely
in this world of others we long for a single Hello; just an introduction from another, and our stories to be told.
kangaroo court
Routined old parade Marching towards the gate. Roads paved gold- Judged into fate Condemned into flames are our peers and family. we stood and Watched- "praised be thy mercy!" The echoed screams merged with our ears, As we watched infants Burn and mothers encased in fear husbands and Wives separated one at a time; spouses which weren't pure left Holy widows behind. The verdicts were Inhumane- but justice turned a Cheek.
sometimes there are no words
i fear i cannot put into words how ...
the girl she used to be
a shadowy silhouette of my former self, this confident child, which ceased to struggle. i no longer embrace this smoky memory of me; now others point out how much i can no longer juggle. my accomplishments are perceived by a jealous eye, i care too much about the delusional other. i am broken down by the glares of those below, and soon i am consumed by the hunger of another.
transgender
my mind expresses rage, as my body resents my birth. the voice of society, brought hell on Earth. i do not dance, to these musical sheets; these social norms, which have constricted me. this culture has led, to a battle within. the image is strong, it's ideal for men. many strive away, from the molds of birth; but others hide away, all they were worth.
rage
it becomes impossible to escape, as my thoughts form into traps. blood boils and vision becomes impaired, too much time has passed. lava flows through my veins, and stranger's voices ignite sparks. everything in me is flammable, it wasn't this way at the start. the force around me is all too physical, but i cannot see that which bounds me. for the storm has started, and i am stuck out at sea.
Chasing Serotonin 