The kids of the now

It truly is a system of a downwith each passing year, the kids getting lessof the worldthat nourishes, heals, and sustains them.Kids getting less of the trillions of dollarsdown to penniesleft counted by their meager handsskeletal skins and hungry eyesthe world yonderleft with dust and smokelingering in the darkness, with leafless branchesshe walks, a girl

Question everything you fear

The things that we’ve been taught to fear: the normal darkness at night without lights the wilderness and it’s animalistic sounds like they’re supposed to be our primitiveness; that we’re born with think what’s the real entity to fear? The people who drown you in debt based on opportunistic clauses the people who could lock

It’s that type of love

Would I give my life for her? Would I sacrifice everything, for her? Would I let my self be a puppet to her strings? Would I trust her… with every god damn thing? When there’s darkness, there’s nothing else but silence When there’s a room, there’s nothing but my body and my heart in it

He liked me because I was brave

It’s dark outside and there are night owls hooting. There’s sounds of bats and the rustling of leaves amid darkness and chilly winds. I don’t know what’s happened to me. I lean closer to my lover and he comforts with his strong embrace. Inside the warmly lit room, we’re safe under covers from the unknown

Last one at the end of the circle

It’s another season, and the planets have run down that same old circle. You’ve packed your bags and moved up to another mess, and me, it’s come down to me kneeling on the ground gasping for air, unable to breathe, dying. This is me. The one who’s supposed to get it. But what do I