Nasty thing

All the trauma overcome
my battles won
but here’s the fun
true fear comes from
knowing love
owning something
you won’t give up
willingness to feel happy
safety is a nasty thing
comfortable and so it seems
until you dream the dying dream
fear of your own mortality
creeps upon your shoulders stay
yet you still remember the days
days when death would have been
so sweet
but knowing love has made you weak
fear the end and losing sleep
all because you have the dream.

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You always wanna win!

It’s in her eyes,
she’s deadly
and she wants you,
lips and a viper tongue
knows no truth,
sits with a smile on
even while she’s grieving,
making all the money
on suicide and cheating.
She always knows
the thing to say
life is so damn fleeting,
but she digs a shallow grave
for all her love is bleeding.

When you dance

Blooming fire,
time to pass,
everything will start at last
the life you’ve given
the heart you’ve bled
soon the nightmares die again
everything will come to end
all that’s broken here will mend
God has captured all of me
I praise the Lord still on my knees
in the fire I find peace
everything will turn from weeds
all my shattered broken things
will find new purpose, new beginnings
I thank the Lord for all I’ve been
the pain, the hatred, the poison I’ve fed
I praise the Lord for all my scars
this turmoil and torment it all makes sense
I praise the Lord for the grace I’ve met.

A comped meal

We know all the monsters by name
we know all the things they’ve taken
we know the blood upon their hands
and the flesh between their teeth
we know how the monsters hunt
and we know just where they sleep
we know what all they want is
we know what makes them tick
we break down all the reasons
we won’t jump on it
we know all the monsters
we know them all by name
and when they kill again
we will remember today
that everybody knew
that bastard meant to kill
but when we leave the funeral
we excuse the bill.

In the evening

Stillness in the air tonight
deeper in the dark moonlight
ever something left to breathe
the lungs that capture dust and
weeds-
brittle blades that cut as glass
turn the wrist and lips to brass
drink enough but never dine
drink that deeper kind of wine

Found her

I find her falling
falling down
right down
the hole
find her falling
and she does
not stop the floor
she breaks right
through it
falls and falls
falling down
I find her screaming
screaming in joy
to be let out
out of this falling
falling down
right down
and down
I find her crawling
crawling out
the fall she found

Teach billionaires their place

Billionaires like Elon Musk
save the day and create some stuff,
make the world a better place-
like Kylie Jenner and the Kardashian state.
They’ve saved skid row,
they’ve fed the hungry,
they gave money just for fun, see-
they have so much to give
like to Flint Michigan.
Don’t tear billionaires down
like Elon Musk-
he’s a self made man, a certified genius,
he makes jobs and distributes wealth,
though in actuality he does nothing
most of those jobs a consequence of existing
but he still has the balls to ask the poor
are we listening.
What have you done?
I’ve saved literal lives, but I’m not a billionaire
I’m just alive-
don’t blame the billionaires for lack of success
just remember when our wealthy
created orphanages.

What we’ll offer

Bringing out flash fiction
more regularly to be given
soon you’ll be invited
to enter worlds
that we envision
enter into doors
with characters diverse-galore
bringing out more stories
for everybody wanting
regular reading updates
and the continuing of poetry
along with more confections
to sweeten all interactions.

Inside Lovato and the bad life coach

I am an artist,
an entrepreneur-
I’m creative
a fucking gift to the world.
I got ideas
and I show my tits on stage.
I feign authenticity
but make excuses out of pain.
I use my illness
and my addictions as a shield.
I use sobriety
as a theme to get a meal-
I am an artist
a philanthropist and more
I’ve got bipolar
and I wield it like a sword.
I’m not recovered
as that takes time and room to heal,
I am just a child
who doesn’t know what it means
to be real.
I’m just a celebrity,
adding titles to my name-
buying indulgences in vain,
and pretending mental illness is a game.
I am an artist
but that’s just an excuse
for being a child, for being rude
for being ill and relapsing too
I’m just too young to accept the truth,
it’s still my fault, but it’s also youth.

Tears become the smile

midnight grows so cold
these days
she thinks these words
but lips refrain
keeping shut
as eyes grow dim
the sun that shown
the devils within
midnight grows
so cold these days
nights grow endless
souls decay
everything she thinks
it stops
the clocks no longer tick
or tock