heart felt blunt words
Steps and Cement.
Do I even want this?
A soundtrack to angsty times.
The triple shadows call out,
Screaming with every step.
Exhale,
Heartbeat quickens.
Thoughts are like a map.
The park is empty and we stand behind a moving truck.
Mumbled lyrics and paranoid stares.
A man name Isaiah.
Dead.
overthinking the wasp in the corner of the room
please do not say anything until someone screams
how many shoes have you seen on the side walk?
long read stories about why they are there
we all have feelings we cannot explain
maybe someone understands the drywall dust/ice cream sandwich/newly renovated basement feeling?
sitting in the long grass with your favourite pair of blue eyes?
consistent confusion
not courage
The world is a beautiful place,
Yet it seems most of the world forgets.
Self absorbed and so ordinary it hurts,
They are denying the ugly and their only edge.
Force beautiful sunsets upon us,
Looking up, blinded by the brightness.
Creating beautiful lyrical poems,
Rhyming and making you shed a tear.
But I am always looking down,
Call me Valjean.
Textures, dirt, scratches, rust, decay, death
Thats the real beauty.
Never look up,
You just might lose the power to see the beauty beneath you.
album after album
the empties pile higher
than the hopes inside
we chain smoke watching
a diamond crushed beer can glisten
when the sun sets at the right angle it
shimmers on the porch like
alcoholism
We live in a generation bombarded by images, videos, and text
We hate the wordy
We despise the complex
Short, instant, and engrossing
Is that too much to ask?
Possibly
No socks and
boat Shoes
In the depth of winter
A man in the city and
not a nautical outing in sight
Like a sailor
never destined to sail
Like a Car salesman
never to sell
Don’t let your shoe choice limit you
Lividity
Faded
She hands me
The peers,
A dragon.
Bent time,
Feeling the pulse of the crowd.
The heat of the skid fire,
The cracks of the fire crackers,
Scared I hold him.
His sweater thick and warm
My tears hot and strong.
She sits,
The queen of the party.
In the trucks fog lights
Illuminated,
Her king not too far
Rolling joints for the townspeople.
A dragon.
Her grace is in the beanie slouching off her head,
Her beauty is in her combat boots,
Her rein will be long and prosperous
Over the smoke infested nation.
In the spring, the fields and ditches
flood beside the lake.
When the wind is calm,
the pools are still,
And the sky is overcast.
The reflections create a monochrome world.
Driving by,
Eye darting from pool to pool
You can get lost
From the world that is your own.
The beauty found in these reflections
is otherworldly yet simple.
Like the most elegant black and white
photography.
And you long for a world similar
But as the summer gets hot,
The pools will disappear,
And so will the beauty.
Starrfishing 