Sometimes I wonder
Is it more beautiful
For two opposing forces
To clash together
And make something new
Or would it be better
To fill in your cracks
With your other
Missing half?

And her heart blew with a flurry of passion.

Carrying the dandelion seeds
All across the globe
To plant loving wishes
In strangers hearts.

I think I have come to the realization
That poetry is my soul.

It is the song my soul sings,
It is the air I breathe,
Depth, the only language I speak.

I only lose my writing
When I've lost myself.

And when they come for me
To put me somewhere I don’t want to be
Somewhere I can never stay
Saying things I could never say
In accordance too
What the devil has in mind
Bodies in refrigeration
It’s Mad Max time
Disease ridden bats
Festering slop of swine
I could hide out here all day
In boxes made of pine 🌲