To the angel on the side of my room with a dim-lit candle in hand, that cradles the flame like a sweater. I say to you this: as you feed it bits and paper, so the fire won’t falter into smoke— is it not easier to snuff out light than choke on burning corpse?

The state you’ve found yourself in is like a sport, your halo fallen to your waist, circling in place like hula hoops— a perpetual state of ...

Before me, the sun nestles just below the sea Smaller pieces, rays, poke out almost resting on calm waters I try to focus on the stillness of things Moments of time frozen But that’s all this is, Moments

In it’s entirety, nature is broken whispering within the coldest parts of me A Piece of ocean I wait for to crack open swallow whole the resting rays of the sun And these moments are like h...

I didn’t notice it was missing The lack of it The empty feeling only struck me when i had my back turned Until i herd silence weeping Loss seeped in but felt like a distant itch Music was dead, I killed it

Smothered the idea of a song from existing for another high Blue screens, few things caught me quicker.

only a minute, i turned for only a minute, It was all it needed My song now gone, ...

I hope that bench warm enough for you sir I’ve been keeping it so I like reading as i light a heater on these seats Catch them while their hot as I stand and man my station

There is no job too small or too great I am human hopelessness, devoid of dreams I like to read atop well crafted lumber and find meaning of my being here Warming these seats

Maybe I make them easier to sit on what if thats...

If i were to write you all my intentions behind every miss-taken If all my lies were organized placed inside pages for you to find

The rotten parts of me drenched in ink And we need not speak But run our fingers along the lines silently mouthing sentences

If I could grasp that pen steady ready to spill it all on the empty white spaces left behind If I could be as strong Would I be reborn i...

I can't, you know compete with them Everyone is so tall so beautiful so— Pink, and I'm just..

I was born like this, right? Leaves like mine don't grow nothing but vines and thorns I cover the fields yet I'm unseen Unloved

I can't compete. I won't.

I don't want to stick out like weed in a field of wildflowers A forgotten seed boasting with the little it has But it knows it came from shit The b...

Not yet A few more minutes and ill wake—but not yet Don't let the light hit my face, Cover the blinds Hide me Inside the colder sides of the pillow.

Rewind it back, to a dazed state of mind Were I take more steps motionless Unguided by flesh Resting open for moments left unspoken With beauty often unshared

A few more minutes, to take time in this state Pressed against the sheets, were line...

Pucker your lips and kiss the wind for me Let it fluster underneath my feet See how high a hollow being like i can go

Go, Go

Chase me through the field Let my lens warp the sky you see Suspense as I lower my self to meet you Don’t rest keep kissing the wind for me

Keep it puckered up Tight enough to squeeze the air through So I could fly for a few moments, minutes, maybe less I lower my sel...

What made you turn around? What shimmering thing from the melanin ground Had you running quickly to my arms again? I was already down, out from being used, But still you found the nerve To turn and face me.

You criticized me daily, Served razors with a kiss on the cheek and an "atta boy." Was I indebted to you? Was I the carrot and you the stick, Constantly stringing me along?

The nerve of you. ...

Like a release, of sorts— A scream of all cells, A microgasm of everything. That's just the poet within me saying: It's alive.

Look, No one explains what it is, And maybe I don't know what it means.

But for me, It is to sit by the car window, To look at trees And not really see them, Never honing into the speed at which they move But focused on their relentless scream.

It's like living a parado...