what the moon wrote [a poetic]

You drag your feet assuredly forward Stiff back and peeping eyes casually checking corners For view of another set of eyes. Constant audience you crave, New prey to your ideas, So you welcome the world to the foot of your door (though they aren’t enough) And hold them at arms length that you may relish…

love does not exist in this world where people live by fear and ego.

(Black and white) I shared my soul, opened mind, arms, and heart and in the end, lost those too: I didn’t look the part. (warfare) Fatalities: Hope. Love. Faith. They lie here Struck down by the failure of believing In the beauty of one’s spirit To transcend the beauty of the shell for its journey….

the past hurts because the future is crying for our affection

Walking through memories on paper like an abandoned town Smiles advertise misleading claims to be better, stronger, more durable While a single bus rushes by Carrying self-conscious chatter To rigid exercises in rote memorization Of dehumanizing data sets and the ways society wants us to be. Overgrown fingers of weeds scratch my thighs with eager…