Still not but harrowing be the breath
Still not still but my heart beats
I ache to find repose in death
Meanwhile attempting to believe.
Call privilege, vainly swoop abroad
Above sluggish shores of little gods.
Defeat the lineage of the beast
Which picks our bones from pleasing teeth.
Disregard interim fate. If you’re not you, why ever wait?
The world longs for Tragedy, for Grey tones turned Silver by romantic sludge.
give her instead some Bravery. Let Quiet call the hush.
on knees, in sand
with bones all broke and blamed.
Broken glass, unfit to mend
For panic still we spend our will.
i crawl on knees bloodied and beat
to the place of sharp and stone
i cut my clouds and bleed the rains
for wanting to atone.
the thunderstorms anoint my breath
with every hurried phrase they catch
the whiplash building down in the dark
will some day curl the furious heart.
My marrow mettles me
Aloft aloof of all the burning
Prickling stabbing slicing hurting
I am destined to be more.
The cracks design a fate in store.
The panic grows and swallows whole
the love lounging inside;
my soul instead desires death
to calm my raging mind.
the sickness creeps through every bone
splinters and stones, no antidotes
the despair seeps into each of my homes
through hearts and hands i did not know i hold.