Lives folded in boxes, dreams zipped in bags, hanging on a thread of hope that each landing unlocks a better uncertainty. Missiles left behind, we duck as flight doors open. A prayer slips through smoky clouds; a stopover offers a fleeting sigh. A step on the stairs, relief withdrawn. Sisters with no smiles in sight, brothers burdened with bricks and boulders. Walls built within homelands, tribes and tongues bound in hate. Aboard again, we dip and hover, the greenery below wh

See, I already know graphite snaps in half, and teeth don’t. But I’m not in it for the winning, I’m in it for the spectacle. For the headline. For the “what was she thinking” whispered at funerals, for the disbelief that someone so small thought she could go jaw to jaw. But maybe that’s the point. To be devoured. To leave claw marks across notebook paper as proof I showed up to the fight I was never meant to win. Because survival feels overrated in a world where happiness is

I wonder if today made a prodigy, Cause I met a new guy tonight And he felt just right I was absorbing every essence of his presence Soaking in the way his voice makes waves throughout my brain And every time he spoke I was stunned Am I sinking in love? Cause I haven’t been this taken aback in months, Since I was traumatized by your touch And I’ve only ever been able to envision you following that, So this feels fucking fantastic I’ve forgotten what falling feels like I like

Breathing flames of sorry Apologetic theme Everything made beautiful in the dark Everything brighter Everything stark So bitter to see a beauty go by Oh those holy whispers A pocket full of marbles blessed With innocence Your dreams are being uploaded and Preserved for your eternal rest Elasticated promises For elasticated souls And their holy whispers On that lonely, wilting, filthy place A screaming child Fell far from grace Why can’t the hand rock the cradle Now that dream

Child of mist and swirls of fog, allow me but one moment to cradle you in my weightless arms— now dense with love; tarry, my child, for now I see vast fields of daisies kissed by passing bees and feel a breeze traverse my cheek and smell the Earth’s new life among new soil imbibing itself with Sky’s falling gifts— I knew not the grace of this scene until I blazed its trails myself, and I wish now only to stay among this field; but here there is no room, no board, and no cradl

Out past it all, looking back at a pale blue fetus. There is a dawning loss of care and hierarchy, an angels trumpet twining up a rusted stop sign. I am fascinated in decay which aids some growth such a consumptive force breaks us free even from the shackles of pervasive duality. A sticky dance floor and saccharine music the vinyl models with plastic wrap clinging their fragile and tumbling bodies falling flower petals float over the strobe lights eye catching beacons of divi

I swear, I’ve inherited Little Stevie's mistrust for the church, government and schools The more I research I discover the class system is real overall we have been played like fools Answers follow more questions, all this suffering, violence and death will never make sense Healthy dialogue is overtaken by toxic debates What was once benevolent atmospheres are now full of rage disrespectful and tense The last four years I’ve lived in seclusion while deep in my spirit I long t

Brittle ladder as if a human could build a tool from itself. First year art students in Hiroshima sit in the dirt making hammers to use for their future work. Fragments of A-bombed roof tiles scattered behind them, a radioactive stage for vulnerable and permanent drama. We climb ourselves, long femurs wrapped together with twine, up the tall sides. Mandible hinges keep pale horizontal tibia and ulnas in place to hold the calcium sacrum between parallel lines ascending from pa

You sure look yummy Mind if I take a bite? Just one? Or maybe two? Or maybe every bit of you? It will all be over real soon, I promise You won’t even feel it, If I devour you quick enough, that is And I better consume you, As fast as I can You’re already beginning To melt in my hands Yes, I know that being eaten Is one of your biggest fears, But don’t worry You won’t even have to hear Yourself screaming, Cause I plan to start With both of your ears Happy Easter!!! 🐰 🌷🌼 Ros

there were ladies with cigarettes at fairs when my wrist dusted the sand and came upon that cherry burn what a mark they made on me and don’t forget the trailer where Luke took me holding onto 16 with brown paneled walls I was younger, then older and then my wrist came to that scratch in the kitchen and the knick that scabbed dark what a beauty I’ve become among dishes and poetry I whisper when I’m alone and they’re asleep I’m barely in touch with the feel of surrender to so

As I cruise through Paramus and up into The great fall foliage of the Empire border - I ask myself: is this it? Can a Sleepy’s, Price Chopper, and Chipotle be worth the blood? Is this why the tribes were slaughtered? Even Mussolini bore an aesthetic! Three dollar gas and packaged, processed enchiladas - Away from grace and growth, no children left to run, No creatures left to graze But this is not mere fascism, this quiet, drab extinction event - Did we blight the coral all f

The urge is always within, waiting in wandering roots unfurling tendrils of life  wading through soaked soil, pushing through silt and clay petals turn sunward leaves catch morning dew holy arachnid offerings glint between your sisters and you you: stubborn in your very existence, plucked in your prime, star-shaped and black-eyed black-eyed: not from taking the brunt of this cruelty but from existing as you’d always been,  as you are the violence of life displayed in your bea

I send my love in waves and whispers, / letters folded with prayer, / voice trembling into calls that slice the oceans, / hoping each syllable finds you alive,...

Silence will echo long after the cries / The hunger, the famine, the heartbreaking goodbyes / And should evil prevail / Through the greed and the lies, / The silence will echo long after the cries

Some love burns like a holy fire / Leaves no shelter, leaves no skin / After that, you don’t chase heaven / You just want quiet to live in

She talked too fast Wore heels too high