Don’t mind me. I’m just your heart, seeing things your eyes never could.
I’m just your eyes, gazing into blank space, tears threating to spill over.
I’m just your hands, shaking at your thoughts.
I’m just your face, devoid of all emotion.
I’m just your mouth, pretending to be happy, twitching as I smile.
I’m just your heart, slowly disintegrating and falling apart.
I’m just your soul, spiraling deeper into nothingness.
I’m just your mind, pushing you farther away from all you’ve ever wanted.
I’m just your stomach, craving food you don’t want.
I’m just your dreams, giving you peace of mind for a little while.
Don’t mind me, I’m the songs you love.
I’m the food you love.
I’m the drinks you drink.
I’m the one who loves you unconditionally.
I’m your honest moments.
I’m your vulnerability.
I’m the one you love with all your heart.
I’m the moon you look at through the night.
I’m the poetry you write, the words you say.
You are what you love, not what’s wrong with you.
You are the love in your heart.

You say you’re here
You’re not, not at all
You’re falling apart
Desk against the wall
Screeching as you plop down
Your hand raised as your name is called
You look like you’re about to fall
A face missing all emotion
Hands with profoundly visible veins
Tired eyes,
a deceitful smile
Asked if you’re okay,
you reply with a simple “I’m fine”
And maybe you are
Maybe you just stayed up a little too late
Pushed a little too far
Maybe you’re hurting,
Maybe no one knows
Maybe it’s your secret
Kept behind closed doors

Music.
One little thing
keeps a while society going.
Little people trying to find a home,
finding solace in the notes
that dance through their ears.
Lose yourself slowly;
find yourself faster.
Music is a home.
A home for the broken,
A home for the happy.
A home for the scared,
A home for the fearless.
A home for I,
a place I'll never leave.
Music,
What awaits me in my heaven;
and keeps me going through my hell.

Lord, I bow down to You today
Whatever things that come my way
Please be with me, please always stay
Help me to be happy and gay
Despite of all the struggles each day
Of all the games of life to play
Make me stand, I don't want to lay
Like I am nothing day by day
Pliant like bamboo, here I stay
I only move like I do sway
But I will never fall and decay
And leave nothing in this world's array
So my dear Lord, these I say
Please guide me in this thorny way
To see beyond things in display
Let me feel You in  every bray
Let me see You whenever I bay
Show me Your light, show me the ray
The beam of hope, please I do pray
Let me escape from this shade of grey
Pull me from being astray
Set my feet to ride on Your dray
Going to where I should stay
A place for me with no more games to play
Instead pure love to offer each day.

they're faded now
red crosses and red lines
like traffic lights guiding the drivers
gang signs littering the skin the lights are impaled on and theyre disappearing
leaving the yellow metal a dewy gold
almost orange like the crimson never dissolves
instead it
absorbs
soaks into the fixture
mottling the cracked skin and sealing up the fine lines with microscopic lesions
turning ruby black and back to ruby and black and back to ruby and black and back to ruby
drop drop drop drop
smile and black and frown and back to ruby and black black black black black black black black black black black black
black
black
black
black
black
the lights are burned and the scars won't scar
and the skin is black and the blood is black and her body soaks in the black and she is black black black
and she doesn't know how to get the ruby back

Fowl floating and flapping across an ocean canopy.

Lightly squawking and ascending in a calm summer sky.

Waves shine and melt into the beachfront in a dull roar slowly thundering in diagonal collapsing sectors.

The top of the ocean. The point of a sphere. Its water that falls slowly to the bottom of..... Here!

Ripples and puddles and drinks full of life, the clearest the murky and bluest in light.
Mountains and palisades can be rocks that reach skyward. God on a gravel road walking through.
The golden purple cattails glow in the sunlight like strawberry fields that fizzle on my hands in the wind that can dance. The vinyl green stem leafs sit stagnantly silently awaiting the moon.

Hoppers crescendo in a frozen moment singing in stillness that refuses to relent.
The trees around them bask in the energetic massage from the moving sections of recently called air vapors.

The Hi- C haircuts that nature reminds me it inspired bobble from the vectors.  

This climate ecology scenery breeds the moments religions were made for me.