home

With sweat on his brow
he stood brilliant in the sun
wondering if home remained
when the hours fell

he reached down to the soil
felt its pulse
and knew it
though it was rough
biting his fingers
but still
it was brown
like him
and tinged with his blood
so he knew it

home remained
he carried it in his shoes
and felt it in the soles
it was near
but walking barefoot
was illegal

an ending

Waves came crashing

Crumbling giants in its path

Abandoning fragments along the way

Soaked with regrets

Fires erupted in the streets

Illuminating every corner

Chasing shadows away

With sunrise gravity reversed

Grips reached out fiercely

Grasping every last hope

And bravely shaking

Eyes looked up

Witnesses to the end

But sympathy still warmed

The day the earth stood still

Fear was in every face

But no one was alone

the story

When sanity abandoned mind

All friends stood still

But voices lingered

While someone slept through it all

As music brought life

With the honest smile

Those words spat out

Were heard among the silence

Only audible as squeaking

Slight pressure on foreheads

Heartaches killed butterflies

But with hands warmth rekindled

and covered with comfort

Releasing frozen beats

The note struck

Eyes gleamed and sought out

Muting all voices

As they retracted

Sanity returned

clear skies, full moon

walking on and on
I felt soft heart beats
were mothers songs
but boiling blood
was fathers pride
and both tore at me
deep into the mist

sinking to the ground
I ran my fingers on the soil
felt their footprints
and chose not to follow
instead looking up
found my brilliant guide
who led me through that night

with hot blood
I rage on
and with soft songs
I carry on
making fresh prints
for this path

toy

My doll

So adorable and huggable

I made you a house,

a couch,

a bed

for your comfort

for my entertainment

You were supposed to be there

Waiting for me

But you moved

And threw ice cubes at me

I forgot

your real motions

And those words

Disgust me

Alright then leave

Playing house is stupid

that’s your game

I’ve outgrown dolls

dreaming

everything happens for a reason

You hurt in order to stop the pain

But not a minute stands

Without the past looming by

A terrible movie that goes on

Constantly replayed and corrected

And words cannot fill the spot

Once broken the pieces scatter

Making every crumb a treasure

Even though they may cut

A collection of portraits stare

(The ancestors of the present)

With a mirror pointed at you

A reminder of their permanence

Look not away

The future awaits a solution

Building now will leave scars

But leave you asleep close to stars

tonight we are young

With weary feet and tired eyes

The shadows dance with us

Silence fills the empty paths

As most have retreated

But we stay strong

Finding friends in strangers

That pile on to our band

Together we sing to the stars

Put the moon in our pockets

And carry on

We are young

And run from the sun

Tonight will be ours