fading fire fins

i’m sorry, my friend, that i can’t help you swim
the sun sets on your struggle
the stillness you exude tells me you’ve come to terms
sometimes the fight makes fate more cruel
i hate turning out the lights on you
i hope you understand there’s nothing i can do
it seems inevitable the sun will rise you to the peaceful surface
and that somber morning will soon fade into the deep waters of loss
and as we press further on, eternal stillness becomes part of us with every encounter
there is no life without death, there is no light without dark, there is no good without bad, there is no peace without war
but we are all in this together
so please, friend, take my hand
and in another life we’ll swim one beside the other

simple & silly

people break hearts
butterflies break wings

i know i can’t,
but i love to sing

people play games
pianos play melodies

how are you so blind
i’m a girl of quality

humans run each other
cheetahs run quick

forget or keep me
take your pick

shake 'em off

I coughed up my heart long ago.
The rest will surely follow.
And it has.
I’m walking inside out, without a doubt, through the streets of envy and disdain. Internal to the external, all exposed, walking through the pain. I’ll keep these strides forward, holding tight to who I am, ignoring society’s habitual attempt to cram discouraging words through my pores that bleed confidence. They think their mal diction is deadly and dense, but I will walk through that haunted valley and redefine intense. Now, I’m not stone cold, and I have my soft spots, but I’m rather apathetic to those who throw rocks. What do violence and hate solve beyond inflating their own cocks? I prefer to lay low and let irrelevant shit dissolve. Things that happen today will stay that way, and only time can artificially take it away. So, I’ll sit here and wait it out, watching you crazies run around and shout of all the problems that’ll be buried in time. In the mean while, I’ll keep talking in bad rhyme.

cheers, darling.

The city's so bright it burns our lungs.
Let's get out to breath and gaze the dark, salted sky.
Apathy takes its tole, and we drift toward the edge.
Pinch me to bring me back as the night's salt dissolves into the warmth of light's return.
Hold my hand.
I want to feel.
It's times like these when I wish you were real.
Now the sun shines bright and burns my lungs.
Sleep hides my eyes under heavy lids.
I'll rest until dusk takes me to a place I belong.