Tiny circles,
Round and round —
Pressure builds,
Pleasure floods.
Caught in an endless,
Breathless moment
The world comes to a stop.

Changed your mind?
That's alright —
Simply choose
A different path.

Stripping rainbows of their color
Tends to make
The world less gay.

No intention succeeds
Without initiative.

What worth has glory
With the taste of ash.

Be the bomb —
Let's blow some minds.

The poorer the soil,
The stronger the roots.

May happiness
Soothe our sorrows
And little aches remind us
We're alive.

Don't force it
Lest you break it —
Happiness,
Though fragile,
Should come easy.

We forge
Our instruments of hate
In the shadow of the flame.

Did you not see the sign?
That most dangerous of warnings,
Most often misconstrued
As validation —
Nevermind.

Don't
If you'll resent
The bother.

Refuting that we're
Made for change,
We seek patterns in
The ever-changing normal.

Cotton dots on shrouds of white,
Sailing oceans blue on black —
The ever, at the edge of sight
Where fear can't root
And dreams find meaning.

Never is
A place of fear.

Close my eyes
And pray that
I'll be gone
Before the pain.

A turn off winds
Is all it takes,
Fates once superb disintegrate
To wailing songs of bitterness —
Death throes of the
Disillusioned privileged.

I don't do hints,
Fuck subtlety —
Displeasure
Must be worded,
In order to be
Recognized and understood.

Treasure each
Shard of heart,
Even those long since
Omitted from reality —
They are as vital
As what remains.