Until Dawn II

Fold today into a paper boat, and push it downstream, Just let yesterday float away on the breeze; Watch tomorrow come sailing home.

Overpowered

”Architects of our own demise” … Architects? I’d prefer Engineers, Mass producers, Scientists of demise. It rolls off our production line Like smoke And we breath it in like a drug. It keeps us high,   Keeps us sick, Keeps us in business, Keeps us warm at night. Scared of the dark? Just spend a…

Growing Pains

Hold your hands up To our eyes again, Not thinking of the future, Not living in past tense, Not worrying what others thought; Find adventure those eyes Instead of pain.   Those bright, blue eyes.   I look everywhere for them; For their innocence Their bravery Their magic. Hold your hands up To the sky…