garden

a rose blooms with love and care, while a rock is formed through weather and tear

home

i am a home to share with your aching pain.

ending

not all endings are happy.

don’t cry

don’t cry, son,even when their wordsleave bruising markspale skin breakingbeneath sharp bladesred blooming behind evil weapons – don’t cry.

alone

alone, i keep walking.

lectures and pain

it’s the same old thing, day after day,you sit me down on the couch, tell me howi’ve failed you, fallen short of your goals,lecture me on all the things you wish i could beand wait for an apologyrescinding my mistakes and all my gracehate to disappoint you to your facebut the door’s open, kicked on

spat

there’s no remedy for hating. the word keeps spinning. the people keep spitting. nothing is actually changing.

bystander

When the crow returnsto peck out your eyes, i’ll laughand watch, by your side

room 20B of apartment complex 13

Room 20B of Apartment Complex 13 remains empty.

contradictions of reality

the sane and the insane blur together into shades of gray.