Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Falling Leaps

I took ten leaps forward
but you chose to take only two. So you pull me back,
grabbing my hair and yanking hard.
Just when I thought I could leap to freedom.
Now my head is bent on the ground toward your deceiving figure.
You who tricked me, you who hurt me,
you who somehow still controls me.

Saturday, August 4, 2012


A forever lone creep or a crawl,
a squeak made at the end of the hall,
a shuffle behind the shelf,
the radio is dead please help.
Every living thing dies and all the dead live on.
Each moment carries the scream of this new dawn
and the light has gone out but it's blindingly bright.
Lets all just disappear for now or as a second choice
lets put up a fight.
The battleground is dark and the air is so heavy like
lead in your lungs holding you to the concrete.
So now fight your way up.
We won't lose our fight.