to my teenage self,

you can be amazing, don’t put your skills on a shelf.

I am you,

I have the future view.

your sweetness may

seem like a weakness

but it brightens your shine.

because all in due time,

they will bask in your light,

and you will be alright.

because your are strong

and you belong.

you are stunning in every way

you are not nothing, no matter what they say.

so, my dear, set your sigh...

there lived a lonely women in London

whom many wanted to bludgeon

for she was shameless

and her actions were aimless

until she finally became bedridden

...

two people

two generations

different in many ways

except in the way her eyes twinkle

as she talks

because his do the same

every time he sees her

the last of his family

the seeds of the future

he’s planted

she chatters

on and on

never failing to fill him in

on all her escapades

and as he listens

all he hears is

‘I’m happy’

and he’s thankful

that he did one thing right

...

they trample me

beneath their feet

spread dirt through the entirety

of my being

only noticing me

when the accumulation of their filth

becomes a hinderance to them

i remain beneath them

always

and as I observe

i can’t help but wonder

if the life I live

is indicative of humans relationships

to all other things...

drops on the window

rain is the tears of the gods

and I’m the trouble ...

my eyes slowly adjusted

to the darkness

as they struggled

to push their way open

pockets

of sweat

bubbled

above my brow as

i desperately

searched

for familiarity

it was then

I realized I was trapped

trapped by my own mind

trapped underneath

the rubble of who I used to be

trapped, never to escape

shrouded by my

loss of innocence

loss of happiness

loss of self

a part of me struggled

stra...

the world is ending

there is fire in the sky

acid pouring down

the roars of monsters echo

through the streets

and yet

everyone continues on

as if

we are not near the end

the world is ending

all is quiet

as it has been for a while

sound has long since left me

even still

it remains

i watch as my granddaughter

jumps in fright

as flashes of light

signal the booming sounds

it’s raining

or maybe it...