The waters prevailed over the mountains, covering them seven meters deep.
life is death
we struggle to find who we are
and see so clearly who we were
by then we have died
the old drowning in empty time
to stay the same is to give up rebirth
a walking grave, static and stagnant
a corpse moving with the current
drowning in a world of water
Don’t let yourself be pulled under
listen to your conscience
fly above th
Proteus
for the first time
practice makes perfect
wake up
alone
work hours
among people you don’t know
wind down
down deep
worn out
you finally find yourself going to sleep
and despite not seeing your family
the illusion, the cage, makes you feel free
and despite the exhaustion painting your bones
you realize your world feels a little less alone
for the first time
practice feels pe
A contemplation.
a hand, one.
once trembled,
once held a knife.
abandon,
never again,
never my life.
now sketching,
flawed hand,
perfect arm.
still stretching,
curved lines,
scratched-in harm.
Fingernails mar this drawing more than scars.
Endomorphisis
I don’t feel happy
i dont feel sad for long
i dont want to be angry
doesnt mean my feelings are wrong
i choose to be happy,
though I feel like im lying
its okay to feel sorrow
but im done with forever dying
Souls
Why do we think?
Why do we feel?
Why do we write poetry?
My dog sits her head on my lap.
Asks to be scratched behind the ear.
My dog does not lie awake at night,
Wondering if she will g
Unstructure
There’s a weight in my chest
Call it depression
call it guilt spirals
call it brokenness
I hurt more than pain
Im always left longing for rest
And the world follows
Wherever I go
Looking in a mirror
Hope unseen
Others look at me
Their eyes familiar hollows
Hands in pockets meet knives
“Wouldn’t it be perfect
To get what you deserve
A sad story
Pain is glory”
Clothes without po
The Time We Have Left
I am an ocean
of blood, draining into a
dark, misty abyss
The Path Ahead
I am a feather
Jet black, drifting through skies of
Arcadian cities
The Heavens Behind Us
I choke on gasoline fumes,
Summoning courage to break,
These gilded, granite walls.
Corroding in these small rooms,
Eating myself alive to make,
It out of these ascending walls.
I’m not okay, the floor’s stained,
Fighting
kowat
The garden is overgrown
The kingdom overthrown
The future still unknown
Midst dark, storm and stone
Here we stand, not alone
Retribution takes the throne
Offering honor to atone
The spirits he won’t own
Honor is dead,
But you won’t suffer this time.
Shadows
Staring out a window
Shadows on the pavement
Surely these are monstrous
Who would say so
They are shelter, sent
To hide us in the dus
