Inside the self, outside the mind Where great ideas start to douse Shadows and Fire, yet they find The last brick of this haunted house
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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
