The sky is falling

The earth is crying, cracking open

the clouds are laughing, distorted and cruel and somewhere, there's oceans and hands and softness and

I am being swallowed in

I am being swallowed in

I am being SWALLOWED IN

I AM BEIN

Pack yourself away into a box so small that there is nothing of you left, in a desperate attempt to

sand

down

your

edges

So she doesn’t notice you.

Don’t aggravate her

(Just by existing)

#late #night #random #thoughts

I saw a boy who never hit

sweared an oath, threw a fit

held no grudge or regret

saw the good in all he met

would pay his way, earn his dues

was always up and never blue

I saw him among marble slabs

amongst those laid for all the lads

their place beneath graying trees

under autumn’s discarded dying leaves

here their days now held in time

and forever in their youthful prime

I saw this boy who never hit

quick to smile, a gentle wit

he stood tall when others fell

left his hopes to battle hell

I see him in my thoughts today

perfect forever in every way

01/22/2021

do i have

a purpose?

or am i

just another

floating wreck

spent of joy

full of splinters.

why am i here?

in this poem,

i hide from

insecurities.

do i have

a purpose?

or am i a

speck of dust

in the wrong

place at the

wrong time?

i don't think

i know who

i am anymore.

am i even

here at all?

Admiring the dinner spread

Aromas fill the room

Call the troops and set the plates

The food is coming soon

A grateful heart for filling plates

So sweet in every way

The moment I look forward to

Each and every day

Four years ago, I

made a promise to myself

not to say the pledge.

Until justice was

achieved, I would stay silent.

Now, I can speak up.

The era of hate

is finally done, so let's

move on from this pain.

Let's create a world

where our future is welcomed

and celebrated.

Say the pledge again,

say it loud and clear for all.

Inauguration

broken glass bottle

on the sink

the amber liquid inside

spills slowly to the floor.

i watch,

unable to stop the flow.

i watch as the golden honey

drips to the ground.

she sees the mess and screams

i just watch, eyes and ears not

processing her presence.

golden honey drips

broken glass glints

and i watch it all

fall apart.

I wish I had superpowers,

mind reading or teleportation.

I wish I could fly,

or shoot lasers from my eyes--

Nevermind,

I don't like Superman.

I wish I could be a hero,

I wish I could move things with my mind,

a prodigy, a superhero, maybe even a supervillain.

I don't care what title I have,

I just want to be more.

More than mortal.

I have the alter-ego thing down,

and I have the tragic backstory.

I'm the bullied underdog,

ready to rise above,

if I only get a chance.

I could be powerful,

If I only had a chance.

I wish I could have superpowers,

Pyromancy, water manipulation,

anything at all.

I could turn into the Hulk,

or join the army and get an injection.

I could train with the greats,

learn dark arts.

I could be anything

if I had a simple chance.

I wish I had superpowers.

Maybe that's why I write.

All the people I want to be,

all the things I want to have.

I'd brave any universe,

break any timeline,

summon any monster,

fight any crime

just to have a superpower.

I don't like roses,

a beauty too grand.

A fragrance I can't enjoy.

I don't like roses,

but I do like thorns.

They mingle with the stems,

lie in wait

Ready to stab

and bloom flowers of blood.

They say every rose has its thorns,

every beauty has a curse.

But sometimes beauty gets tiring.

Yet curses never get old.