i’m taking a break

i’m gonna stop writing for a little while

i’ll be back soon

Burn

Hold that candle closer
Watch me rocket into flames
Fiery blues and passionate reds
Sparks of green
Listen to the whistle
Of a man collapsing into wonderful ashes

But don’t get too close
Because out of the smoldering embers
Will rise an argonaut
Who will voice a passionate cry
One of life
One of hope

torn

torn like a napkin
fibers stressed
until they rip

stretched like a rubber band
taken to the extreme
and slammed back into myself

hot under a lamp
burning questions
no reply

lost in the dark
feeling around
there is nothing

Junior

A junior sits on a step
Dead dreams accumulate and drop
From his eyes
And as they fall
He sees inside of them
And remembers

He remembers hopes of happiness
And he remembers
As the world watched
He slipped
And now he wears a red brand of failure
A scar the world will not excuse

And as he gets up and sees himself in the mirror
A wet mess of tears and hair
He sees what he is:

a junior
so young
so tragic
not ready for success
not ready for life