She used to
She used to smile.
She used to laugh.
She used to not care.
She still smiled and laughed,
but it wasn't real.
She used to not care but then she did.
When did it start?
She used to smile.
She used to laugh.
She used to not care.
She still smiled and laughed,
but it wasn't real.
She used to not care but then she did.
When did it start?
The new year came in,
with bursts of light across the city scape,
like a flock of birds rising
from the ashes of Phoenix's horizon.
We, and the cacti, watch the fireworks
and cheer,
I am in complete darkness.
The black abyss surrounds me, the silence all but comforting.
I am alone, afraid, and still as if a boulder that has sat for years.
One
the list, the ambitions typed into neatly folded laundry and messy buns.
Seven
a.m. the time the covers mute the morning-nothing is concrete.
One
We broke it.
We broke international law.
Gone are the rules for countries to follow in accordance to each other.
For if we didn’t, why shouldn’t they?
Sure, we didn’t sign on it.
But breaking it is still wrong.
capture the old
to become the new.
kidnap the worse
to become the better?
better at running a country
that isn't even ours,
better at taking credit for
work that isn't his,
The sun’s shining on me as it slowly dips below the horizon for another day, its rays softly coming down.
The air is crisp, not too cold, but brisk enough to see your breath when you breathe.
Lo! The horizon's sweet light that shines on the leaves of the trees.
The rustling of the branches softly blowing in the gentle breeze.
The yonder rushing of the rivers across the pains and hills.
Stood above all else
Prepared to plunge into the
Wood; enter a glade
because we cannot do this again.
we are tired of giving our lives up
so you can play at governance.
we are tired of pretending that war is a toy
you can wind up and watch. 28.5 million lives
The door isn't one I can see,
Yet it grows, shifts, and deforms.
When I started there was only silence,
But everyday its volume grows.
The door started empty,
But over time it crescendoed.
Sometimes driving makes me wonder
Sitting in a big tin box, travelling faster than a hare
Until I reach traffic and crawl along slower than a tortoise
We spend so, so much time
Moving from one place to another