☆kids know weeds are plants too☆

You don’t own the sun

Just because you're older

I melt away

In the salty rainbow

Of an abused toddler

It hurts to love 

like this

I am covered 

in chalk and gum and spit

Please dont

Bite the back of my neck

Or yell beads of spit 

onto my face

Throw away the pencil marks

And birthday cards

With the scents and the warmth

And the light

I chased in grass fields 

painted golden and bright

The gravel and bark of trees

The scrathes on my knees

sting so much

When it is you doing this

No patch

No hug

No kiss

Do you do

as you do

because someone did?

Does it feel good

to be a bullied bully

to be a blue beetle

With your body and juice

smached all over 

the warm dry pavement

Between the weeds, sand and insects

Without knowing

Without feeling

And kids know

weeds are plants too

weeds are plants too

We still love and care for them 

We see colour in the bruise 

And we know 

We know the rules

You don’t own the sun

Just because you're colder

I melt away

In the salty ocean

Of someone never chosen

☆a cry for every cut☆

I have an ache in me

Splinting pain

A crushing cry for every cut

Slit and stud

And i have dark clumps in my lungs

A dark overlook

On the hills and slopes of our creature

The wiring and pulling

That lead to our downfall

We are all falling

But some steep furthermore

With their black

Bloodless cores

I have a hate in me

That cant be lullied or kissed away

A split that won't heal

A scar that always bleeds

For houses without music

Instead church orgels

And sliced organs

Of hands hard 

With knuckles and rings and bones

I have a cry in me

A scream in me

For every glass bottle and every cup

Every 

I have the scream of an unloved child

Meeting the world with a pocket knife

I have a piercing wound in me

For every mother and little sister

Every father and big brother

Who turn blue and black

In the dark silouette

Of another

Taking the form of a loved one

A lover

Living on the edge

I'm throwing pebbles (crystals*) and rocks

Down the cliffs

Listen as their bodies shift

Their spines snap and click

I still dont know

How to live

Harshly, stone hits stone

Mountain hugs mountain

I have hugged every human

Except the body standing

Swaying and swirling

On the edges of dawn

The rocks cut off,

What is tipping over?

How does one fall?

Dance and spin

And twirl and trip,

I still dont know

What is time?

And how to kill?

I still dont know 

How to live

simmering squid

I am a heavy

Pile of

grey stones

A clump of cells

Hot as magma

I am

A bleeding peice 

of dead meat

On a baking sheet

I call my bed

Or on a plate

I call my sofa

What good 

Can i do 

Of myself

With myself

When i feel

Like a boiled

Stripped meal

A skinned animal

And the herds

And crowds

Sing along

With my shouts

I am a coocked 

Swollen squid

A mismatched

Unfinished being

I feel my limbs 

hanging thick

Heavy from my neck

Slippery and squishy

And numb

And pale

My limp limbs

No longer looking

No longer searching 

My blank

feelings done

In this boiling 

deafening pot

I am 

the coocker

I am the boiler

Drowning in 

my own skin

And in such a folded

tight space

I am emptied out

i forget everything

i have ever learnt

or ever heard

About crawling out

or talking to be heard

And i feel my soft 

Triangle head

Heat and shred

Into something 

that isn't black

It isn't gray

It just isn't 

Like how the blind

Dont see black

Just a nothing

And even though

through

Blurred and laced

Red pearl eyes

I see

A dissapearing world

I turn my skull down

To the metal

Beneath my crown

As i let the blood 

color me

Name me in pink

I am 

a beautiful vision

as i shrink

And let the world 

be left dead 

behind

my aimless, hopeless

geometrical head

Boiled to bed

I could never do

or be anything 

of what we said

boxed and wrapped up

Trapped 

in a dominion

Of moral thievery

Hierarchical machine

We coexist

In tin cans

With wheels

And lights

And batteries

In boxes of cement

And wet cardboard

With plastic 

Wrapped around our necks

Squearing our cheeks

Thickening our bloodstreams

We are living

In a construction

We created

A life

Through needletips

And domestication

the way of the gods

My body 

Is one

Of ancient times

Of grassfields

Wooden structures

Wool and thyme

My body built

For the vast blue

Deep and full

And endlessly changing 

My head built

For the want and the hunt

Moving and forming 

Through life's flora

With the sensations

To feel it

To live it

My creature bulit

To be of nature

And survive its ripping

Its curling and pulling

With wind and waves

Patterns and rattlesnackes

Listen to humming bees

And smell nectar, leaves and lakes

Yet

Misplased

A world shaped

From our image

In cold sharp metal

And like gods

We demand

Life cut up

Into slits of red

Breathing to stop

Lungs to shread

How can we comfort ourselves?

We are the murderes

Of all murderers

Nature is dead

We are killing all

We did not create

if you let it be

Remember

To favor

That little glimze

Of the sun

And keep it with you

In your mind and pocket

And remember 

the light beam

And how to look for it

There is colour and scents and sounds

Waiting for patient

Observant minds

Be with the warm wind 

and the sliky raindrops

The rustling green 

and the river that flows within

Slow and soft

As you should let

The glimts of light

Kiss your cheeks

And the world

Lift your soul

Let its beauty and its detail

Fill you up

Small shifts of the

Mind and the eye

Can turn your sights around

And make you love

And feel and see

A place, a sound, a smell

The branch of a tree

And the richness of leaves

The roads of a narrow street

Flowers in white and yellow beneath

A sky so ever-changing 

In a universe still expanding

Let the world make you whole

Let it take away your fear

The world is enough

If you let it be 

If you let it be