The Keystone XL pipeline project, commissioned in 2010, is terminated completely as of June 9th, 2021. This would’ve been one of the longest pipelines in the world and TC Energy had been planning it for years. Personally I believe that fossil fuels are an obsolete resource to be used for energy when technologies for renewableContinue reading “Keystone XL is No More”
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Last Car Ride’s Sleep
Fast-paced blinks become Tiny blankets to cover Days of nightmares Dark and scary routines All liting the road ahead All blue and black to shed The streetlights damped With the viscous mist Coming from the steaming pile Of lies littering my life The empty road Like a mattress store With cushions painted in code AllContinue reading “Last Car Ride’s Sleep”
Circling Night
Everything kinda sucksAt 4 am the night isn’t warmerHowever closer the sun is to the horizonOnly brighter street lights and tree stumpsEnough waiting for midnight to passAnd my legs feel numbColder than the air around themDrained from all desire to walk againThe ceiling could collapse this very secondBut my body would stay stillNo sense ofContinue reading “Circling Night”
Our Little Piece of Everything
The world is going to be okay Right now it really sucks The setting is changing People are angry Voices shouting and echoing A human reaction Us fighting against something Realizing something isn’t right And we want to make it right The world knows Our planet moves in unison She grows, she changes Next toContinue reading “Our Little Piece of Everything”
Unturned
This is a poem from before COVID when we could sit at a park and try to guess the stories behind every bystander’s life.
The Anxiety of Existing
I have been feeling the existential dread peaking through my curtains at night lately. It almost feels like a gigantic kraken passing by my tiny mouse window and looking inside to find only a pitiful scene. At any point it could smash my reality into oblivion or choose to ignore my singular insignificant existence. SoContinue reading “The Anxiety of Existing”
Anxiety Hunting
When it haunts you, it’s better to face it than run away
Good Mourning
The sunburn from the nightlight Soughed blisters on my skin My throat burned and sizzled With drinks of forgetfulness Yet I could hold no warmth No flare or shine The light sifted through my fingers Like the ashes of those up ahead Like the soil on top of them
