I study what seems The electric In dreams There were two Then three Dancing Bound by screams Tendril to wrist The synapse missed In the
Category: Poetry & Prose
Finally
Of all things You thought this Would break me I remember everything Which led to this My attempts To form a void Within this chaos
Cornfields or Flowers
Do people actually ever run through fields of flowers And if so why? So someone can take their picture, put a nice inspirational quote on
False Beasts
A want for destruction Held by A lack of faith In the oneself Wrapped in your Pious hope Choking on Identity indignation And the suffering
From This
So much dropped Along the way Dreams Too heavy to carry Weigh us down In every attempt To move forward Till one day We wake
A Weed
Wilted and withered Weathering the storm Crushed beneath The weight of time A simple weed Struggles to grow
