Us

 

Stomping flesh growling needlessly,

Flames frolicking against cave scribbles 

Our forgotten roots, a sunken eternity

 

The flow of time like the life of a feather,

Gusts of wind releasing us regretfully on each virgin decade.

 

Ammo shatters our smooth landing

And our blossoms of hope are scattered

Abandoned wishes fill our lungs

And we plunge into remembrance of 

Crumbling images

That we call

Better days 

 

Super Introvert

My soul is lined with comfortable melancholy as

I sit within it

Rocking gently, hoping to experience the pieces of myself that

Fell off the shelf of acceptance 

Rocking gently in this broken thought

I wander thought the depths of life, my life

And encounter the barren mother of dreams 

She has no more empty visions for me

Since I abandoned the way of the social creatures

My only aspiration is to be here in this secluded wilderness

Without the peril of tomorrow