Four minutes left

Just like my words

Leaving me in my time of need

It does not matter what I do because the words wont come out

Two minutes left

I am done for and its for the best 

Its pressure on top of pressure

No more time….

Strolling Through Hope

I miss carefree days
…before smoke filled the air
and storms battered us left and right
(seems like now it’s a choice of extremes)
…before fear of walking in daylight
even worse at night
…before being forced to carry my papers
hoping they even give them a glance
because there’s money to be made…
in…Read More

April 15½

Prayer for the Fake Middle of the Month.

Pray…
not to gods,
not to ghosts,
but to the middle
of this faking month,
this sagging spine of April
where the days begin to wobble
under their own weight.

Pray for the midpoint,
the lukewarm center,
the hinge where nothing happens
and everything threatens to.

Because…Read More