the lights from the TV was when i first knew that those who were responsible were men in blue. it hit me that when your knees touched the ground, nobody uttered a single sound. you've given your 5 children enough fresh air to live but your last words were “i can't breathe.” we all bleed red, we all must grieve but this tragic incident was kept beneath. black lives matter is a community we forged t... » Continue Reading
a look of confusion and a hand to your chin. words that fail to travel from my world to yours. nobody understands me as much as i do but i strangely expect you to. its like im meant to suffer alone. » Continue Reading
2 is my unlucky number. it was 2 minutes before my attempt. 2 minutes before my parents' personal doomsday, 2 minutes before celebrating life with death. 2 is my unlucky number. one for a lonely birthday, one for the day i couldn't do it that night. now it's the next year and here i was writing new letters. letters that gone to another waste. a room that was once cleaned turn to another mess in bl... » Continue Reading
water fills your head everytime you speak. the only way to drain them was your eyes. i don't mind my shoulders getting wet if it meant getting to meet the fishes swimming in your thoughts. » Continue Reading
"youre not the son i expected you to be" you can wish for my death and ill take the gun but my name is forever etched into the birth record. » Continue Reading
harsh truth. they want you to hurt. "i saved someone. im a good person" but never "i hope he's doing ok" we're in a world of the selfish. people stitching your wounds only makes them feel better about themselves. » Continue Reading
im not the best poet, or the best songwriter, or the best artist, but every piece tells how much i hate the setting sun. some days feel faster because of how early it sets. when the moon comes, its light gives long lasting burns that you cant ever fix. burns that hurt more than the sun. » Continue Reading
even the wind needs some fresh air, walking and trailing behind after a day at the crime scene. it gives a chill that will remain forever and a reminder of the body that will remain forever dead. » Continue Reading
the sight of needles got my back against the wall. it's a sight i'm used to but i hate how it leads me back to you. your constant reverie. i only find peace with a sleeping you. being better is something you'll never be. another visit to the ICU. » Continue Reading
im so attached to this bed that all i could think of without it is being wrapped in the comfort of my blanket. maybe its me and the ghosts in my room interlinked but i might jus be my own ghost thats stuck in the seems of my mattress. maybe i died in a bed. died in my sleep » Continue Reading
there's no birds chirping, only a sweet smell of decay. a bear trap clings to human. i'm no bear, but i'll still become a path for vultures. i'll return my bones to mother nature, a turn to give. weareallmeat. » Continue Reading