MY MUM

The smell of a mother is softness of heart.
Her role undefined, you always did your part.
Through the blood, barf, and through the many tears.

IN MY SHOES

When you sit in a chair you still see through your own eyes.
But what if you could see the pain of others, through their masks and lies?

A million darkened memories enveloping the pain.

MY WILL

Do I have the will to live until,
I will no longer have the will, to live?
And then they will, read my will, to find my will,

NEVER EVEN

From first hand shakes to goodbye hugs
From sharp words that cut like a knife
To kindred sprits combining as one

SINGLE LEAF

a single leaf i received tonight
i could not place it with all my might

i put it to my nose and smelled a memory

DEAR INNOCENCE

Dear Innocence,

It sure has been a long time since I’ve seen you. I almost feel like I don’t even know you anymore. Do you think we could spend some more time together? Would you let me come back to you? I really do miss you and all the things we used to do together.

Oh Innocence, do you still run through the tall grass and play in the leaves? Do you still spend hours walking that old invisible tight rope? Do you still like to avoid the cracks in the pavement? Do you still pretend your mashed potatoes are a giant volcano and the peas are little men?

PAPERCLIP JESUS

Jesus is my paperclip.
He holds my life together.
All the soft papers of my life.

DEEP

My own pen is a mighty sword that stabs myself.
My own words are the words that pierce within.
And my own thoughts reach down so deep.

NO

I want to shove this pen right down my throat.
I just can’t believe what you just wrote.
It wasn’t what you penned but what you spoke from the start.

CAST ASIDE

By the side of the road I see a broken umbrella.
Kings and queens and a dirty Cinderella.

Everyone thinks that their way is the fastest.