My brother passed away may 25th 2022, thought id write a little waffle.

Slam poetry? Perhaps. Interpret it how you will.

Today I am rocks and fairies and the mud beneath your shoes Today I am grunge and chipped nail polish and messy hair

She lives in between survival and demise, moving between the two as if she can not affect those around her. As if nobody treasures her close to their heart.

Jeff Garvin Symptoms of Being Human "I can't blame you for trying to categorize me. It's a human

Space boy, I wanna give you a ring I'm spinnin' on Saturn when you call me your little human thing

It burns through my skin, the wrongness of the angles and the lines, the incorrect song that comes from deep in my chest

Today was sleeping late dreams of empathy and loneliness

They cover my hips, thighs, sides, and stomach in beautiful stripes and stars. Scars as bold and loud as thunder covering nearly every inch of my body. They are healing and growth and the sparks of en...