Combed grass and shattered leaves

Broken needles and cracking knees

Bundled in jackets and worn out sleaves

_My _world is a palace _I _cannot leave

Water sloshes _my _socks, it feels like honey

A thought caked in time and kind of funny

But the welts and spite threatens the chummy-

Ideations _I_ hide to keep food in _my _tummy

Discomfort is temporary and “they seem just fine”

Jumping and frolick...

Down past the Cypress trees, on yonder by the creek,

Underneath the shade of trees, but still in Summer’s heat,

Innocence pranced into the woods, on a quest for fun,

Hate slithered behind, seeing a chance for some,

The two danced and played, until Hate grew tired,

And at a moments notice, all of innocence’s innocence expired.

A push, a shove, a rope, a branch,

A mother’s cry saved a life by chance...

The bus was busy, claustrophobic in fact. The seat I was sat on, if you can call it that, was the space between the bottom step of the bus exit and the backseat. Next to me was a bag of fish ready for the market. The smell was putrid but atleast distracting from the Spanish chatter. We were headed towards Tyrona national park, a place of tranquility and beautiful beaches. And yet I felt sick with ...

I’M SPINNING

I'm Spinning

I can't.. quite see straight.

Oh, how these hands have wanted to hurt what it has seen in the mirror.

I'm Twisting, I'm turning, it's getting out of control.

Can I breathe?

Where do I start?

This feels right.

But is it actually just a way for me to sleep my thoughts Good night.

Ready To wake by morn.

In.

Out.

I Breathe.

With watery eyes, I see something In front of me. ...

I was taking a walk with my family.

The trail went up a hill.

The trail became a difficult hike.

It wasn’t run of the mill....

İnce, Uzun Görünmez Uçsuz Bucaksız sonu gelmeyen bir kış misaliGüneş açmasını bekleyen filizlenmiş tohum ve kurumuş toprak misali,

Balçıklanmış ruhumla kasvetlenmiş Çakıl taşlarında yalınayak yürür misali,

Heyhat! Şeytan bile masum kalmış bütün hayvanlar insani ....

Step fast step lightly

Move gently move quickly

Trudge up and down

Turn left then around

The magestic reach of beautiful trees

The screaming cracks of knees

The scent of fresh air

Every noise raising a hair

The steps hard and beaten

Rivers and stomachs gurgling at too few calories eaten

Onward forward and march

Still the hunger for burgers and starch

At the end there is a cascade of ...

The pioneers walked

We drove

The pioneers talked

I listened

They gathered food

I ate

Attempting a light mood

I couldn’t

The pioneers knew not where

I got there

Did the pioneers argue

I did

Were covenants renew

I could

The desert is dangerous

But beautiful

The pioneers made new homes

My home...

It hurts…to be

To be me

To be alone

To be with my body

To be connected

Not to be present

Not to think

Not to feel…please

To be numb

To be free

Peace in not being

To be or not to be?...

Subtle abuse that is soon forgotten

The feet bleed but are caressed by the air

Feeling of death fleets with each step

The sensation of life through my lungs

The pounding of steps marks the beat to my life

The rythym of suffer for strength in the end.

Ask of the people why they do what they do

As for myself a run can be the glue....