She’s not afraid to cry.


Weeping is weakness

and fear


Rolling off of her cheeks

and adding to the ocean

of her strength.



Ever wonder why

The world is afraid of you?


Because it’s easy to be in your shadow

When you burn so bright.

Cold Brick / Warm Whiskey


Cold exposed brick

and warm whiskey.


Humid nights

stretch underneath us

Endless as oceans.


We feel the smoke fill our throats

we smile

we wait for the sun to rise.


Show the world your everything

if they are afraid,


They don’t deserve a glimpse.


Light a fire in me

Let me burn

for you.


And my light will keep

your darkness

at bay.




We play the game.


With our worry

that we aren’t enough.


With our concern

That we won’t make it.


With our fear

That when all is said and done,

No one will remember us.


I say, fuck that.

Play the game.

Play to win.

Crimson sunlight bled from the sky,

Lighting up the new dusk like fire.


It was nothing to the sunset behind your eyes.


Autumn taps against the window

Cold grey and deep earth beyond

the etched glass.


Nothing for us there.


But here, warm

Our breath

Vapor like clouds


Let’s stay inside

And let the world drown in grey.

There too they had waited

looking over the cold neon of the city.


There too they had splashed paint

across the future and the empty walls

in the face of every one

who said they wouldn’t make it.

That they should be ashamed.


It was a different world

she thought to herself as she waited

now alone.


A different time.


Paint me a picture,

of us.


Awash in the cold blues

and warm yellows of summer.


Paint me a picture

of us before

it wasn’t us anymore.