Wednesday, December 30, 2015

Dust clouds

We rise,
crash.
Stampeding
winds
we are.
Grinding
to
the ground. 
Hopes.
Prayers.
In
infinite
factions 
we stand.
Opposing
antonyms
made from
the
same mud.
And today,
we,
the creations,
brazenly
create
Gods
out of dust. 

Monday, December 21, 2015

At the end of the day.

Another day
goes by.
Carefully,
we rearrange
our limbs
and minds
as we lay
down to sleep.
And then,
as the lights
burn low,
into our pillows
and fists
and bodies
of weary lovers,
into the deaf night
we weep.

Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Will I

It is
incredible.
The feeling
of wanting
to belong.
To something.
To someone.
It can
make you
better,
or worse,
all at once.