What's the point of these shoes
When you won't run the track
I signed up for the marathon
But I doubt I'll be back

If given the power
What would you do with it
Hold it close
Reign it over those around you
Abuse to your advantage
Or would you give it up
Cash out and disperse
Spread it out

Do you desire power
To hoard it
Or give it up

Next time someone
Asks again
For a Facebook that
Doesn't exist
I'll give them my
Hello Poetry
Address
So they can put my
Life together
Like a 10,000 piece jigsaw

War is for
Romantics
Who never
Fight

We many,
with kindness at the core of our spirits
will not break,
even when they bend us over
and make us take it.
There is a temple of peace within us all
and the foulest vandals cannot deface it.
With nets of lies, and snares of deceit
they try to trap and contain
everything we hold dear,
but, love is not above
chewing through its own ankle,
and on ****** stumps we will stand up
in defiance of their hatred,
till the ones who rule through terror know
we are the ones that they should fear.

It's time for the rehearsal
a hearse rolls
up the gravel driveway
the highway
is closed for business
bunnies
in black suits
hopping along with white flutes
playing along with the tune
coughing in the fumes
the tiny angel is shouting
it's a parade
it's a parade
scratching at boils sprouting
pretending
pretending
the earth isn't covered in something blacker than shade.

Let me post a selfie
how's my hair
makeup
angle
filter
how do I look
did I get likes yet?
Let me post a status
one about how much I love my besties
another on how I learned a new lesson
now here's a photo of my breakfast
I have to comment
like
poke
post new updates
every day
becuase that's just what you do nowadays,
that's just how it goes
because we're all so afraid
if we don't keep posting
if we don't get those likes
and invites
and pokes
and fill up our messages
and notifications,
that we're going to be forgotten.
That if we don't solidify our presence
on social media
then we don't have a presence at all.
We spend so much time
trying to make other people
think we exist,
that we never end up existing at all,
not really.
We don't need all these people
and confirmations
to tell us we exist.
we already do.
If only it weren't so easy to forget that.

I already gave up on you
I can't betrey myself enough to look at your face
You didn't want me
But I gave you my all
In hopes of acceptance not rejection
You made everything real and alive
Now the world seems bland and dead
Just like the love I've finally
Washed off my skin