My clouds are lungs

It hurts
silence is deafening
have you ever really
loved me
or am I just dreaming.
This is hell-didn’t know
myself until today
the demon, maiden
and the saint
it burns and takes
the faith away.
It hurts
to hear the sound of
silence
to read the cold
and fractured
messages in the air.

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Answers of the echos

Rosary beads falling from my hands
and everything seems pale again
you ask questions-don’t want the answers
you want change but it’s not worth the effort
everything is falling down
breaking it of faith
you fall down the rabbit hole
you’re losing it today
become quite tall, then small again-
you’ll be who you were never that is
you aren’t you, you’ve become
the one falling down
the one unloved
foolish are the things that we do
break apart the number
it’s how we move
forget about the beads
don’t remember to pray
you don’t really want the answers anyway

The clear backpacks of Parkland

Safety scissors,
plastic cups,
rubber bumpers,
all lit up
everything
bright as day
clear backpacks
are here to stay!
You have asked for-
you did want;
safety, protections-
did you not?
This is the price
of your safety
an invasion into
precious privacy
they will look
at what you carry
because you
demanded
they look
to ensure safety.
Didn’t think this through
so-tampons save me!

Into the twilight

Walk with me in the darkness
through the trees and in the fog
walk with me under moonlight
notice all the stars that fall
leaving remnants of plastic
decorating blackest skies
walk with me into the fire
cold flame burns my soul alive
everything you can remember
you forget before the break
as the sun does show it surface
you will not escape this fate

life

Purple clouds of discontent
everything you sold for rent
the world we love it gives to us
the luck of breathing
the power of trust
trusting in the colors rust
withered flowers of wasted lust
the blue lungs exhale
and you’ve given up
the long awaited embrace
of death’s final touch

Wake me

Touch me
touch me like you love me
feel me
make me real again today
show me
show me how it feels to breathe
I don’t understand
the meaning of sleep
everything breaks and I am me
a form of a body or something
if my bones shatter
I will not scream
touch me until I can fall to dreams
teach me to human
teach me to be
if I exist
it can be proven
touch me until I feel the movement

Friendly kind of virus

Take me
take me in to you
let me loose
within your mind
you’ll find in time
I’ll soothe
every wound
you cannot heal
every demon left to kill
the light behind
those dying eyes
take me as your sacrifice
I will find the damage done
heal you with the use of tongue
break your bones and drain your will
do you even know how healing feels?