First deep breath
the weed cleansing my lung...
I had nothing upon the day
of birth, rising from a hinted...
"Pineapple Island"
Pineapple Island...
Change- in combat with morals,
not always designed to win...
Only the brave walk upon salvation,
after inept whispers from beneath the stairs...
Soft pastels fade silently from the clouds
As I watch the sky above...
A whispering kiss
lands inside my gloomy heart...
Scattered across the beach, like pebbles,
Are the pieces of you...
No, let me eat it .It is my woe .It has to be so...
Tonight I cried
And it felt so good to feel alive...
Masked in
Gray and brown...
the rustle of autumn leaves
lulled cats...