Snow caking the ground

Peeking through are flowers

Oh, what is found

Beneath the white powder

Warm soil and dirt

Melt the snow from within

The downfall of something

That just doesn’t quite fit in

The blooming colors and splashes of sun

Just don’t fit in with this odd plain one

Cold and harsh against the tulips of spring

It curls up and softens, loosing its bling

It’s white fades into nothing

A...

Hello?

Can you hear me, my love?

Or are you too high above?

Can you see my struggling?

The disturbance in the ground?

Or are you too busy playing around?

Hello?

Can you hear me, my love?

Or am I too far down?

Too deep for you to see?

Or maybe you’re just ignoring me?

Hello?

Can you help set me free?

Grab a shovel and dig

Help me return to me

Hello?

Are you the one who trapped me down here?...

Are your ordering honey, sweetheart?

Or is bitter black coffee in your cup?

Are you ordering a cookie on the side

Or paying with pennies you scraped up?

Either way, I couldn’t help it inside

Then way my heart pounded when we locked eyes

It was like I saw you again from across the hall

Back when our world was fragile and small

The world has grown so much since then

More than prom king and queen...

If you scrub hard enough, will the blood stains fade away

Or will it leave a line of red, like a scar to remind you of your pain

Will the soapy bubbles relieve you of your mess

Or will there be reminders every time you dress

Is a new scent really enough

When the old one is still there

Tucked beneath the folds

It’s still in your care

Is cleaning enough

Scrubbing away the pain

Or is it just a way...

Your angry story crashes with bolts of light

Every word being heard

Sharp blades from a cracked window dashes

Racing for skin to purge

A soft melody is long forgotten

The one I’ve taught the birds to sing

Your thunder overwhelms my story

Erases all red and pink

A lost melody sitting behind the rage

Waiting for it’s turn on the next page

When the rain comes out and ground is dry

It will tell its ...

My heart seems to beat despite the arrows piercing it’s middle

Am I really still alive?

Or is this just a trick, the last seven minutes of life?

Why do you heal me when death is so easy?

I’ve lost all my feeling

Like a numb creature to be added

To a museum of rabid beings

I bite the hand that feeds me, so maybe it’ll let me starve

Why aren’t I flesh and bones yet?

I’m already disarmed

The blue...

Do the strawberry fields become sickened

When the robots join in the fun

Does their sweet scent of berry

Become overwhelmed by a sterile one

Does the cold metal run across the soft dirt

Two objects not seeming to meet

Does the pink strawberry juice

Get crushed under a robots feet

Woven baskets become a bore

A job to humankind

But for the berries it was their world

Their home and lifeline

Now t...

The sun shines sweetly, blessing the field with rays

The one thing that’s sure, it will rise every day

The field below is scattered, chaos amongst ordinary light

Oh why does everyone have to get up and fight?

We all stand guarded under the vast blue sky

We wake up in the morning and go to sleep to a lullaby

So why do we wake

And carelessly throw words we make

I don’t want to stand out like a w...

My gorgeous lady

The queen of my life

At the end of the pit you sit

Waiting for my life

The thrill you send through my veins pumps my courage

And the crowd brings the fight

Soon I will see you

If I make this move right

Deep down the mountainside

Far past the sea

Is a solid rock

All I can see

I’ve given you rations

Burning my belongings

So why do I seem trapped

When making my final offering?

Is...

Birds circled overhead

Cresting above me like a crown

A ceremony, a ritual

Awarding me for what I found

Oh, bow down for her

She in all her glory

The one who found nothing

Just the end of a story

Praise me for the dead ends

And the things I’ve borrowed

Praise me for the things I’ve lost

And the things I brought sorrow

Nothing, the queen of nothing

Just a dead thing herself

The vultures try to p...