I sat at the edge of something, contemplating anything. Like so many times before, I try to look up, but could only stare down into the cascading darkness beneath my dangling feet. As I lost myself in the contemplations of the day, a figure appeared beside me. In one hand it held a flower, and …
I know It’s painful to watch But necessary The destruction Of what you’ve become In the name Of justice Distorted Painted with The blood Of the group Think Your identity Lost To the throbbing Mass Of outrage And intolerance No longer accepting Of those Who are different From you You gave up So much In …
I don't recognize Any of this But it's not so bad Just different There's something Comforting About the end -Or so it seems
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 Justified, subsists At the end Of a pointed finger Self-awareness Driven by A false awareness Defined By our self-imposed Differences In this we divide Disguised As compassion While the oppressed …
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 and realize We've lost ourselves In this It's not much But I carry what's left Hold it close For it's all I have My faith That one day I will …
Sprawled out on a dirty floor I stare up at the ceiling fan Feel the forced air The gentle hum of the motor Perfectly balanced Wondering Which chain is for the light And which for the fan I can never remember It's times like these, in stillness At peace The answers lie waiting Offering, for …
