Facial Movements

Our present deems the social issues the issues of the average person, as countless movements across the nation participate in screaming matches like radio noise, one is unable to turn off. It is as though whatever small and everyday occurrence is subject to unsympathetic scrutiny. When I see the activities of several clubs and the larger groups' condemnations …

From the Inside

Truth’s point has no meaning to the body; A mind twists whatever into myriad helixes into protein—effiency. Neither takes truth as kin or blood. So much is needed. Faith, parents double lie to their frightened ones, some triple. (off the bat, God went to sleep nights ago) And monsters waking those little kids aren’t made …

Return

Atlas’ weight comes in after his cargo’s endurance.                  In every deposit there are three, four, five…               Six more erupting briefly, like volcanoes And all spanning the wing of a fly. Only colors left of such transparence: delicate lives so easily …

Universal

there are those images that are black they thump against my lids the way birds do against silver cages of broken wings; teasers I believe I am the only one—afraid, they only thrash about in my chest   the recoil sharply dulls my back Fear dries up canals of breath, the soul’s escape my dream, …

The Extinct Drug

  Happiness is nonexistent now and then. It flows to next person every day and fills another, Leaving its last occupant with fear. It should be faithful to all; almost similar to a polygamous relationship that somehow Made everyone feel special and secure. There are no more happy words…. But who knows when you get …

End’s End

There are two things in our blood that swirl in clasped hands together and whirl until the end of forever.   There are the children of choice: hate and love, that ever, if they meet at the middle of their dance throw the very life they emanate out of balance.   Such as is there's …

Dependent

Ever since the day I came into this world, I knew something was wrong…. The automatic ones were hypocrites…. The ones I salvaged had turned…. And the ones who chose me—although few—I turned out A lot people truly knows what it feels like to be alone, But how many people know what it’s like to …

Clean

From the past there are no gifts of clarity. See, a fog stripped my skin anything stable enough to pin Truth down. Both new and old clothes.