Reaching out beyond the dream of what you thought was real, spinning on this ball of life, head now under heel. Ready to die, to live this life so raw, alive on ledge- dancing, hurling, freeing your soul to finally stretch the edge.

Monday, July 17, 2017

7.17.17 (Lucky sevens)

Every reality is a glimpse of
any spectrum...
colored or collared and chained
by mankind
because of what
we are

what if we were just beautiful, like unrestrained colors?

Monday, July 3, 2017

Stop screamin' at me

If you had seen me crying
If you had felt the way I felt

If you had been the measure
of all the pain, my heart would melt

When you stand here, with me
Feeling the blood drip down my skin

Can you feel the pain that I feel?
Can you hold me, deep within?