I am the remains of you.
a crater in human form
from my limbs smoke erupts, snaking through pores
filling the air with the scent of shame and
discontent.
I am the impact point.
of a thousand glass shards spiralling
through air, sea and raining down into
our eyes
I am ground zero.
cracked and flaked islands of forgetful comments
compliments within razor wire conversations.
I am your living breathing monument.
painfully decorated and sculpted
to remind you
we imprint what makes us, us
and the worst is sometimes

What we see clearest.

The sirens blare and the lights are flashing
People run in panic, searching for a safe place
Fenced fly up around the perimeter
Doors are padlocked and baricadded
Adrenaline and Fear force everyone to flee
The safe space is lost, invaded, conquered.
As people look back over their shoulders,
Weary already from their journey ahead,
They yearn for all that they lost
And hope that they shall find it once more

How dare you push aside your most precious possession?
Do you not understand its value?
Its rarity? Its unique and original gifts to you?

It's perfectly clear that you don't understant.
What you hold in your hands is a treasure,
A treasure that is not commonly found,
And once lost, a it's impossible to find again.

Yet you treat this treasure like an afterthought to fools gold.
You treat this treasure as a stepping stone to something better,
When I think you know that there truly isn't anything more valuable than what you already have.


Take time, heed these words.
Youve come close to losing this precious possession once before,
And there is no way you'll regain it should you come close once more.
So tread carefully.

Best not lose the best blessing that you have ever received.

I painted a girl out of sunshine
with brush strokes that glitter and play
And glow gold and pink and sweet

But I overlooked a few things in her making
Her head cannot pivot
Only move up and down
Nod yes
Yes, I'm fine
Yes, I can help

And when I painted her face,
I gave her a smile
The brightest, most heartfelt smile I could make
To make other people feel okay
But I never realized that meant she'd be stuck that way

She grins, teeth glistening
Whispers my mistakes,
I take a closer look
And find that the pink paint
is in fact the red of my blood
And the brush, my own bone
You'll give until your death! she smiles and laughs

Too late to un-create this destiny
It is all I can do to prop the sunshine girl up in front of me
A screen for others to watch a lie
And not the sad silent soul behind

While the sunshine girl does the living, the girl behind retreats to words, trying not to
Die.

i listen to the same album on repeat, hoping it will make me feel like i used to

i'm drowning slowly
it's gradual, leisurely
i don't even notice it
until my head has slipped
under the waves

the surf is cold
leaving my skin prickled
and cold to the touch
i would call out
if i knew anyone would hear

but Anyone is too far away
they're busy with life
something i couldn't breathe in
i can see them living
although they're blurred by the water

i know that here is where i am
i know that here is where i will be
i suffocate in life
so underwater, unseen and unheard
is where i belong

You use people
Similar to a baby
You soil them like blankets

You use people
Like a mother with no washer
You throw out soiled things