Drywall

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

 

 

Rust and Decay

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.