Literal Rambling, Literally

Wise eyes mean nothing

If in a moment your immaturity shines through.

You talk a great talk and walk a great walk

But bring you something serious

And there lies the panic, painfully plain,

All the polish in the world can’t hide the inner kid.

But still you try,

You polish your face, Till it shines,

You polish your brain,  Till it smarts.

You polish your feelings, Till they numb.

But they don’t numb,

They brood under the surface

Waiting for that first crack

In the polish surface

Through which to seep.

And you know what?

Fucking let it,

Let your face be myriad of emotions

Your brain a jumble of nerves

You feelings an emotional conduit

Cause honestly

Polish is overrated

And the wise eyes

Are wise cause they see

Behind every polished facade

Is a shit storm you can’t wait to meet.



Hearts Aflutter

Wings beat,


Pounding a rhythm

on my rib cage.


Untapped feeling

Like a drug,

Intoxicates me,

Incapacitates me,

Wings still.


The wings:

They beat,

They rest.

They pound,

They still.

They flutter.


Wings beat,

For a way out

A way out

From the cage

Made of bones.