Waiting by the window
Holding up the wall
Weighing down the floor
Time slowing to a crawl
The odd hours last the longest
The inbetween
Better times measure in moments
Monthly Archives: June 2022
An Earthly Demise Revisited
Dirt in my eyes
Dust in my mouth
Mud in my veins
Embodiment of Earth
I’m all that remains
Pained by the ignorance of a species gone wrong
I grow weaker as they’re growing strong
Valued, claimed and depleted
So sick and fevered, my surface so heated
Greeted by death from afar
If you can’t see it coming, you’re not looking very hard
Tars, oils and minerals refined
Countless syringes stealing what’s inside
Dirt in my eyes
Dust in my mouth
Mud in my veins
Embodiment of Earth
I’m all that remains
Slain by the ignorance of a species gone wrong
I grow weaker as they’re growing strong
Broken down as they build it up
The natural balance, untenable
Corrupt
Eruptions of power are my retaliation
Mutual destruction
My mutilation
Utilize my body, try to get ahead
I’ll see your end long before I’m dead
Burning the skies, clearing them out
I’ll erase it all with famine, sickness and drought
Don’t doubt I’ll cut them loose
I am the Earth
I don’t need you
Live now, dread later
Cater to the present
Informed action by the past
Conditioned to defend, never go on the attack
Turn your back
Ignore every threat
Blind to a future spent taking hits
Thoughtless actions
Past problems still haunting
Caught up in a moment, then on to the next
Always reacting
On the edge of control
Never time to plan ahead
Future Flora
Static body, roots ever expanding
Underestimated reach
Tapped into a network spanning land, air and sea
Boundaries unfamiliar
Borders even less
I’m almost everywhere
I’m standing in one place
Open
Pain radiates
Comes in waves from the core
Corrupt inside
Hard to hide
Even harder to ignore
Torn
Run through by ragged edge
Endless wounds
Never have a chance to mend
Invest myself
Years in the making
Argue the point
Until there’s nothing left
Argue the point
Until I’m all but spent
Never question the investment
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Demolish
Writer’s block is a farce
There’s really no such thing
Even a lack of motivation is inspiring
String together shells of colored glass
Empty lines, yet heavy is the impact
Shattering, cutting to the core
Plain thoughts
Hollow words I transform
New Again
Where do I belong?
I can’t really say.
The world is a strange place, full of uncertainty.
I never tire of seeking answers.
Looking for passion that comes with understanding.
And though I’ve known a great many things, I feel drawn from familiarity.
To wander out the door.
I’m at home in a strange land.
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