What a World
I convince myself
Being outside is unwanted
I tell myself,
"I don't like this. I don't like this",

But I breathe in the love
That nature has given itself,

But I graze upon gazes
Of beautiful grasses.

I tell myself,
"Why did I ever doubt the world?"
I convince myself
To feel the soul of the soil,

And to live within
Rays of the sun,

And to love amongst
The trees that give me shade.

I believe again,
To sense once more.
I understand now-
I am just as wonderful as I was before

Heal the Damned
If the sun irritates your eyes
I will ravel the clouds
And cover the skys

If the room you live in
Becomes a cage
I will create bricks
To make it big again

If the walls begin to bore you
I will grind the toughest berries
And paint them anew

If the emotions you hide from
Begin to crack through
I will hold your shards
To put on golden glue

I will rebuild heavens
And terraform planets
Just so that you
Can feel as mighty as the sun
And as strong as its lashes

Cliffs of Gold
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She said, "Not here-
My [wine] will taste of boredom"
So I tore down mountains
To make her watch the sun set
Over rivers of [champagne]

Piano Lessons
my hands werent made for piano
theyre stubby and awkward
the chords i play sound offkey
unnatural and stunted

i thought
maybe if i played faster
played more notes
the audience would like me

but it feels like that strategy is rejecting me
and my theory is being proven wrong
i made myself seem like a jerk
this piano plays classical and ive been playing the blues

i just wanted friends

What is a Person
what makes you human
is it flesh and blood
is it constructed civility-
playing a rigid role to appease?
or is mere existence
of being considered correct
humanity?

what makes me not like you?
is the color of my blood not red enough
is it the way i relate my flesh
to something beyond
my role of a binary?
maybe its my hair, my clothes,
my words that disturb you

to hurt is to be considered alive
but in front of you
youd rather see my dead body
on the steps of court
a statement only youd enjoy
you sink your teeth into cruelty
just to say its my fault

Reality
i need a physical manifestation of my reality
i need to be hit with a brick
so hard everything feels real

cause life doesn't feel like living
its a garland of memories and failures
strung together, misshapen

and i can't help notice
each worn edges
i need the glass to break on me,
to make me bleed

if i bleed, i will know how real life is
if i bleed, so, too, will the others know about my existance
when i bleed, i can be human
when i bleed, everything can reset

Fallen Angel
Icarus, born again anew
Take me to the slaughterhouse
I don't want to simmer in this half-forgotten stew
Leaving my insides vulnerable to be brewed

All my life, my bones were left to render
Cold, lonely, lost, and tender
No matter how young I was
I was really never taught how to love