Sticks

Sticks walking around 

Invisible,
Forgettable 

Running in circles 
Walking straight lines 

Stick snapping,

Voice breaking,
Yes, it's happening 

Tape at the heart 

It can’t fall apart

Paint it over 

Find a pretty cover

Buy the ribbons and bows 

Force the joy, forget the woes 

Stick lying on the ground 

Stick lost in the crowd 

No sound 

Second chances

The war has ended
The blood on our lips has dried
There is no crushing sound
That jerks our souls anymore
Only memories,
That run with a vengeance
In dark dungeons


The scars run a mile deep
Into our heart of hearts
They provoke and undermine
They have always, right from the start

Here we are,
Naked and unsure
It may be cold,
And they may be clever
But we missed every bullet
We got through, we got out
We pushed, and we landed

Cheers to what we've snatched from life,
Amen for what was swiftly taken away

Though our houses may forever remain haunted,
Here's to stolen second chances!

Most of all

Courage, you kept 
While running in a direction

That would never end 

But you forgot 

That you weren’t alone 

I tied the laces on those shoes 

And I kept the water bottles 

At every junction 

And now you run 

Like you’ll never make it 

Because you run 

Like you’ve already made it 

It’s unfair 

To want you to be miserable 

To want you to remember 

The moments that led you off the cliff 

I pushed you

Because I knew you’d never fall 

And yet, 

You run from me most of all 

How you read

Abandoned words
come together
on this old
sheet of paper
Old friends unite
Old flames ignite

Surrendering to
a past unknown
Forgiving a
future untold

Godless
yet pious
The words
write themselves
While the pen hisses away,
Each emotion blinds and fades

Is this a story
or a poetry?
It all depends,
on how you read

All of them

It isn’t a normal day 

I had company today 

Bright vigilant eyes 

Soaking mine 

Peering so deep 

All I could see was me 

Alone he was 

Scouting ins and outs 

Alone I was 

Oblivious, drifted and flawed 

For a second, I could tell 

He was me and I was all of them