Temple

I built a temple
My tender hands
Tore and bled

But stone by stone
It rose from the dust
Like me
Like you
Like every thriving, thrashing, piercing, and conspicuous soul

I can echo through these devoid days
Each thing that is gone
Reminds
Each thing that remains
Is anguished
As if things
Collections and triggers
Could gasp in emotion
Or even roll their eyes
At the way you dwell

This is all for the living
Whatever good comes from
Grief
There is me
And a further world
Where my footsteps
So light
Barely tread

Watercolors in the Rain

How can I even write this down?
With just syllables, adjectives, pronouns, and semicolons
That I don’t know how to use

Like painting blurry sunflowers
Watercolors in the rain

A prism of colors
A mirror reflection
And I’m feeling insecure

Who am I now?

Who am I?

Scribbling such art for the approval of a void

I’m nothing if not brave enough
To walk through
To get to
Where it hides
Beneath my skin
Behind my eyes

But I fall short
Just like time
And I am frozen
A statue in an alter
To gods forgotten and saints of lost souls

Forgive me
Before my hand is forced
Forgive me
Before I grasp
The last straws

Anathema

Reminders
Like throwing punches
I duck and weave
But eventually
I’m losing teeth and bleeding

I wish it wasn’t all so mundane
So easy to remember
As if the days were a blur
And I was begging for mercy

Half asleep and drifting
I flashback
I claw the walls
I wail and gnash my teeth
Then I realize there is only me

I am the question
And the answer
I’m the easy way out
As it tears us all to pieces

Like a curse we succumb
Like anathema we survive
Like a roll of the dice
We thrive

Thieves

Somehow we had honor among thieves
Distance never distracted
We were always guarded
But we had each others backs
Like night time
And moonlight
This story is told better in perfect silence
In those moments just before you fall to dreams
But the moment means
That darkness never stopped us
Not you and I
We were everything despite