Compassionpit

Sometimes all it takes
Is to pluck a dream from our sleeping minds
Plant and nurture it a little with droplets of reality
And our whole world will appear to be just a little rosier.

Whispered Wail

You cry into your microphone

Pouring droplets into the patch cable

Speakers shudder with anguish

The air heaves with grief

My eardrums quiver in throes of despair

My brain wrenches in distress

My heart melts with sorrow

The tear that started in your eye trickles down my cheek

We no speak Americano

Your arms flail akimbo
Glowsticks clutched in hand flash in time with the strobing lights above
You never come close to hitting me
But the pain is real regardless

Best Friends Forever

We wear our smiles like masks

Hoping they will meld into our faces

That we will feel the expression they convey

We feel euphoria, 

The euphoria of friends and laughter,

It feels like an eternity.

I feel great and happy

I feel loved and secure

But it's nothing compared to the giggles I shared with you

Landfill

A dark expression passes over your face

It eclipses the sun

It casts my soul in shadows

Tonight will be filled with violence

Tonight there will be a fight

Lascivious

When you are fast asleep at night,

Secure under blankets and behind locked doors,

We run these streets.

Our feet fall as one, echoing in empty alleys and amongst glass storefronts. 

Those that are out at this time scurry into shadows as we appear,

They do not want the trouble we are bringing. 

We whisper amongst ourselves,

Devising a plan,

Readying our spirits. 

We flex our hands around chains and planks. 

Knives hide under our jackets. 

For one, a gun hangs from a shoulder holster, 

Like a feral bat being rustled rudely from slumber.  

We will come for you. And we will get you. 

You will yield to us. 

Smoulder

My heart slows. The beat shuffles along, struggling. My blood turns to a sweet syrup. My left arm tingles just a bit, like pins and needles on the inside of my elbow. My brain is like a tray once laden with crystal glasses of all sorts of colors and sizes. They like cracked and strewn on the floor around me. My feet are concrete blocks. My eyes retreat from my face. Everything looks like I'm looking at it from the wrong end of a telescope.

But then your eyes stray from me once more, and the sounds of the room fill me once again.