The thoughts,

Self harm,

Reluctance to do anything

anything about my situation, but

Here I am still here

Trying to figure life out

1 debt at a time,

1 day at a time.

It’s too much.

But

It’s all becoming real....

the stars covering the sky,

along the skyline of a subway and baseball field

a night of sleep awakening to the world thst never sleeps

a small corner coffee shop full

of working class grabbing their bagels

8 and 5 avoid the highways

take the subways or walk

it’s the glimpse of nothingness and all

in the late evenings and early mornings...

My eyes shut to the sound of glistening rain

on the tin roof, in which, I call home

for the night, or day

the mountains surround my inner being

and I smell sweet cherry blossoms blooming

in my grandmothers flower beds

it’s the aroma and freshness in the air

the dawn sheets in my bed

and fresh coffee in the mornings

that’s where I dream of being...

Disclose the depth of what makes you, you.

The cold, the dark, the uncertainty

life and all of its immense tragedies

Never the small, nonchalant details

The blankness, of the small pieces

of you that never has a chance

Of being voiced or thought to say...

Her name was Kayla, now it’s unspeakable. A moment in time where life stopped and the world stopped spinning for seven years. We had it all, a home, the love, the ambiance of one another. It wasn’t enough. She wouldn’t cook dinner till late and I was starving. She would go out with friends and leave me alone, she would ask if I wanted to join but I never did. Not a bad person, but parties a lot a...

Darkest skies glomming over

the trees swaying with the immense wind

a single drop hitting my cheek

while the other lays awake & tries to sleep

a gleaming hope of light in the darkest clouds

a song to be sung only by the preciousness of lips

the shaking of love but so far away to never be found

a crystal eye that once was found and no lost

while dancing with another under the trees of life

a...

whispering of intent

of wanting, the desire

a move

stepping forwards

feeling earth

below my skin

soil, rich soil

between my toes

mountain air

surrounding my latest

breath, a

freshness so smooth

iredesense

wanting, striving

for the moments

of connection

of grounding and

that of surrounding...

freshness

of the aroma

basil,

rosemary

thyme

the fragrance

refreshing

a gasps of breaths

of wind

of a sensory

overload

and wonderful wonderful

Goodness...

one

in a crowd

of half known

half cared

half team

one

the one

success

in dark

and

strives

in silence...

births of children

in America

to children dying

from IEDs

in Iraq

Parents loving their kids

while others, avoid them

due to joining the ranks

in Military Forces

soldiers crying

for help during

Wartime

families mourning

In the states

Jumping on clouds

at the gates

In heaven

Soaring high

watching from above

with others who have fallen

in Valhalla...