Every unopened voice box is a closed casket with a flag on top
The heavens are so full of smoke
I can hear the stars playing taps whenever I'm flying home
What if the weather keeps changing and we don't?
I want to touch the sleeve of the river
I want to un-dam my bloodstream
I want to make good time
I don't know what makes us human more than our crimes
And that at just breaks my heart
The last time I wanted to kill myself
My lover said she thought I picked up the knife to kill her instead
I don't wanna write that down
But I don't wanna keep it in my head
There have been whole years when I have been nothing but mean
I want to leave behind my shame
Cut all my words from a shiny magazine
Sleep like a baby so someone will hear me when I cry
Be nothing but honest and say nothing
But it hurts, it hurts
My bear knuckle heart has hit the road
And left every single love I have know
So what do all these poems mean?
The war goes on y'all
I write it down and its just as tall
The was goes on and i am small as a kid being pushed inside a locker
Good god, I want to be big
Big enough to stop editing the ugly out of my bio
To empty every bullet from the chamber of my heart
To fill it with the hoodie of a boy
What poem will walk him home?
What radio tower of light?
What redemption will dull the blade
Melt it down to mirror
Give us back to God?
Unhaunt the house of the mother choosing the color of the casket
Rinse out the mouth of anyone who would still call it a white flag
Tonight, don't tell me you don't understand the kids
Wo cut themselves to save their lives
Who can't bare to not be bleeding
When everything else is