“You’re too dumb”

“You’re ugly”

“You’re fat”

“You’re annoying”

“You’re not smart enough”

“You’re not worth it”

“You’re not going to get it”

These are some of the many words that people hear that break them into a million pieces.

There’s many words that destroy people,

Breaking them into a million pieces.

“You are worth it”

“You will succeed”

“You did a great job”

“You are getting it”

“You are...

When my Mum would cook with me she’d often say, it needs more colour. A healthy meal is colourful. This place felt colourless. There was no life & I could feel the thin dust line my throat. I attempted to swallow. Everything was dry & gritty with fine sand & dust. This place was isolated & baron. And suddenly I felt consumed by endless beige. I needed to find water. And work out how I got here...

Dust and sand

Forgotten drywall rooms

Sun bleached photos

Blown away when the shutters shattered

A family held hands in this place

Kissed each other goodbye...

This morning I forgot where the world was at

And opened the window

I had my coffee in my right hand, taken just one sip

I was barely awake

Wind blew in, sand got everywhere

And during the time it took me to close the window

I remembered, the blue sky, the sun light, the rain sometimes

All of these feelings that didn’t consist

Of sand in my hair...

Trapped in an hourglass

The sands of time slide slowly through

Each moment an eternity and a moment

At the same time

But surely

Surely we can pause

This onslaught of hours and days and weeks and months and years and decades

That make up our lives

I stand stifled

Gasping for air

My fingers desperately sliding through

Grains on top of grains

Until I am buried under the weight

Of finality

An...

Like the sand slipping through my fingers, there you go.. walking out of my life.

You promised to fill me up, yet you left me emptier than I was before.

My chest if hollow.

My heart has never been whole, yet it feels more shattered than it was before.

Where are you?

Where is the person I fell for?

You knew I craved to be loved, to be cherished.

I believed your empty words.

I let them consu...

Your room feels like a distorted desert.

Your items turning into sand.

Every time I try to hold them,

they slip through my fingers—

no matter how tightly I hold on.

I walk through your nonexistent prints,

still marked in the carpet.

Your shoes,

your heels,

your boots,

your sandals—

slowly dissolving in the wind.

The wind becomes iridescent,

glowing from your corner of light.

Where am I?

Where ...

There is no trace of the lives once lived here.

Not a clue as to what once was.

Yet every morning the sun meets the glittering sands as they present their new masterpiece. Forming a new curve or line in the pattern of this earth, each one different than the day before.

I close my eyes and feel comfort in knowing that my footprints will be swept away with the wind.

Every dawn a chance to start ane...

The walls still breathe, though no one listens,

cracked with ivy, heavy with time.

Windows stare with hollow eyes,

frames of silence, dust, and rhyme.

Echoes wander the broken halls,

ghosts of laughter, faint and thin.

Every step stirs ancient dust,

remnants of what might have been.

A chair lies crooked, a door half-open,

secrets hidden in rusted seams.

The air remembers the weight of voices,

st...

Amon clenched his eyes against the sand swirling around him. Heat pounded through out the building he awoken in so potent it felt like the sun itself was in there with him. The sun. He dusted himself off. He wasn’t sure how he ended up in this building but something about it felt familiar. Safe even. As long as the sun was above he knew he always find his way. Taking a second to find his bearings ...