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There’re odd places in this world
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

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

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.