That I go to when I’m in pain
Dreadful places of comfort
That I poorly love to hate
I visit them when I see change
Surface like a tsunami
Like rage crashing through the fence
Of my unsealed heart melody
And I might stay or leave quickly
But always I pay a tribute
To the violence they’ve been holding
Waiting for me to take notice
There are many odd places
That I create and uncreate
As part of a daily routine
Happening behind curtains
While some have their own highways
Detailed maps, road signs, and stops
Others come out of nowhere
Out of the blue literally pop
And in some of them I have friends
Who made their odd ways towards me
In others I’m alone as hell
Cause in hell the devil is me
Coming back from odd places
Takes practice, and love, and time
When I’m pacing my own footprints
Wondering if it’s worth the ride
I raise my eyes up to the sky
And so does the shadow of me
And together we breathe the air
That was always worth breathing
What the truth tastes like
The first time I’ve been told the truth
It had a metallic feeling
A mixed feeling, more like an alloy
It tasted like blood, red iron
And yet it was all blue and luminous and fierce.
Balancing doubt
Doubt if any
Truth will come to me
Doubt it shall be
To bend my head down
to the Earth
My ex keeps popping up in my dreams like an asshole
A downtown bar
A reddish fire
Wood everywhere
Family chairs
The game of life
Sometimes I play games
Sometimes they play me
Sometimes I win games
Sometimes they lose me
I love you
The sun has in space
Some spot in the sun
And inside it’s insanely
Drunk
Don’t be nice
Don’t’ be nice to me.
I don’t want you to be nice.
I want you to shine, to cry, and pour out your light into the world.