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 sights on the horizon, you will not frighten. I do not lie, good luck and goodbye

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 straining to rescue itself wasting energy in futile attempts to break free from the prison in my head

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’s the end of the world

the sky is falling the sKY IS FALLING water pours down from the blue above bright flashes of light accompany the falling of stars i watch from the shelter of my home as everything comes crashing down the sky is falling or maybe it’s raining or maybe the world is ending