Poetry
Touchstarved
This bloody muscle beats too fast Color floods paper thin walls Slowing this drum may cause a collapse Scrambling excuses to stall From freely given to now being earned Steps must be taken I’ve no time to yearn
Black & White
Poems from B&W and the B&W era
Poetry
Why rush?
Weary feet struggle to carry Where am I trying to go? Wherever I look someone has trod Once more I will try to grow I changed every leaf this time But I still don’t for stay too long Ragged roots reach down deep Burrow into the unseen Mycelial strands
Poetry
Teacher
Most of those who tried to teach me gave up. Failure was heaped onto my shoulders. I was too slow, sometimes too fast. Whatever they said, I could never keep track. I tried to ask questions, confusion deemed wrong. I cannot see words, I only hear song. Oh sanctimonious teacher
Poetry
One was not enough
The name I was given never fit An awkward birthright like shoes too tight Pain in every step A god to demand rather than defend I have three names, all of them chosen Within them I write levels of devotion Inky for the world Amethina for my friends Nova for
Poetry
Oil, bane of my water
You merely adopted the darkness I was born in it Filthy Covered in oil slick A single drop of water in what was once a tall glass Oil keeps it sealed shut Feelings bubble Fit to erupt Movement starts to shake me up Water pushes oil up and out! My
Poetry
Your Son
Two years The evidence of his sins inscribed on my flesh His eyes look over my shoulder Forbidding peaceful rest Two years Panic fuels an endless race in my heart The pressure of his secrets collapses my lungs I had to go to hell to find the button Press restart
Poetry
Black Hole
The best thing a black hole can do for the universe is die. You need a connection in order to survive. Do you really think the mere fact that you’re alive is more important than those you love getting to thrive?
Poetry
Thank you Peter
The very best of men Trying to make amends Brilliant supernova feeding a black hole Feeling your lungs collapse Barely allowed to relax You held on long enough to teach me the meaning of love I’ve been praying up above not knowing who I’m thinking of I hope
Poetry
Shields Up
I’m pushing away those who pretend to care for me deeply. Who turn blind eyes to rotten fruit so that they don’t feel ill at ease. I’m pushing away those who stay silent when I speak vulnerably. They never owed me consideration, but without it I would
Poetry
The Price Of A Soul
What is one human being worth to another? Knife in the back from the one you called brother Actions outside of ourselves cause an ache You lie alone in bed and call it all your mistake My bad I walked right past red flags I gave you a chance and
Poetry
There's Time
I oft feel like I’m running out Wading in stagnant waters of doubt I wonder how I’ve survived without The things I can only dream about There is a time to mourn the past But bad things never seem to last It was my mind that held so
Poetry
Crystal Clear Lines
guarantee we’ll survive every flow and ebb of tides we don’t control but thrive in spite of silly choices silly people silly fingers through the peephole empty words could never cut we’ve been through worse it’s not for us and so we remain simple unbothered opened