Thursday, October 20, 2016

Is the speed at which you find yourself

Friday, September 09, 2016

In my worst moments
I am filled with such tininess
So as to cage the breath of Infinity
Within barred pain
He who trampled prison's gates
Who snapped the shackles
To his own wounded wrists
And called me to take up my cell-bed
And rise.

Saturday, August 20, 2016

These are the wounds that wear me.

Saturday, July 02, 2016

Standing in the same boots
Wearing your heart backwards.
I will peel off my mind
A silent apology
For forgetting
My identity's skin

Sunday, May 15, 2016

Humanity's primal ache
To be bulletproof.

Thursday, March 10, 2016

Flatten myself against
The doors of chance
And hope against
A chin-catching sudden swing

Wednesday, October 14, 2015

When I am afraid
To even know my knowings
Or hold them up to shine
A terrored future
Wordless yet unsilent
Is only ever mine.