Whispers.

the crash cannot be blamed,

solely on him.

broken people cannot help, 

but look for their pieces among

the rubble of another human being. 

//broken

what does it feel like

                       a nagging whisper in the wind?

   a roaring fiery shout that flows in and consumes you?

no, your eyes say worse,

quiet for just long enough to trick you into normality

ear-shattering and breath-taking as soon as you settle. 

yes, your body speaks its pain,

     it’s the uncertainty that kills you.

not knowing if in your next breath you will be breathing in air

                     or fire.

//grief


Some days

I seem to find myself in a 

Peculiar situation

Where I cannot sleep 

For fear of nightmares

And where I cannot 

Leave my bed

For fear of living them.

//still

 


Your sins lie hidden.

I smile as I dream of you.

Paradoxical.

//sins

maybe,

we were never meant to be. 

maybe,

when we aligned,

the rest of the world,

slipped out of place.

// maybe


Music pours into my soul,

Jubilance disguising the whispers

                             (of unrest)

A way to forget

They know; to be happy is a threat

But nobody listens to the minority’s song

They see the injustice and raise you their peace

They live in a world

                    Where hate is loved 

               Where kindness is an offer of survival

A never-ending cycle,

A struggle for existence.

The white world strips her,

Making her their whore.

//peace


i walk the thin line between

silence and surrender.

you can tape my mouth

and shove your filthy

hands

over my eyes

you can control my body

for now

but

(you will never bind my mind)

//silence


the best way to keep

horrible acts a secret,

is to convince the world

that they are simply

history.

that the humans guilty of such crimes

are of a different breed than us

cultured ones.

but one day we will break free

(all secrets come out eventually)

//humans