I can’t remember How many days it’s been Lost in these hours Through deep exhale The crisp autumn air Burns cold With each inhale There’s so much more I can’t remember But I do know How much I miss The fallen leaves Midnight bike rides The old church Where I would hide And smoke But …
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 …
It's too late For the light to change These adornments Permanent Fixed to the existential Crisis of the moment We find it better To run For the outstretched Grasping hand Of assured And absolute Absurdity Of uncertainty
If I could have seen Known this, years before When I had nothing No color, only sound Echoing throughout, between Innocence in the past tense Uninvited and unwelcome With more loss to come Before we understand The crippling effects Of double digits and time Old bones would be known Soon enough But not soon enough …
We see angels And we see demons They carry These things We can't let go Dancing from Room to room Through doors Left open In the spaces Between hello And regret Where They reside Waiting For you To decide If this is Heaven Or is it Hell
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
