What If I could...
be rain to refresh you
with a small drop of hope
to wash away the sadness of say
be a rainbow after
the April shower to create
a colorful scenery in your paint
to bring a shining light into
your life with an ebullient smile
entertain you with a melody song
to cheer you on the dancing toes
bring you a magic wand
to grant what your heart
is wishing for
ease away the sorrowful day
to embrace you in a delightful way
To set you free from suffering
with a burden of pain

Be it gentle breeze or raging gale
Wind has always touched my soul,
To understand the tales of wind
Has always been my goal.

I've known the wind to give and take
I've known it to betray,
But I've also seen the gifts it brings
Lifting wings with gentle sway.

Some might choose to curse the wind
As they walk against its force,
Always seeming to fight some cause
As they struggle down their course.

Hello.

So soft the feathers.

Could I lie down and ask for the,

answer.

The only love I had known was like a bee to a cactus flower
So just as a bee, I dug my stinger in as far as it could go
trying desperately to attach
in return
I got ripped apart

I turned into a wasp
I can finally sting
without suffering greater
but little did I know
wasps
were a matriarch

Mothers
the backbone of society
yet some of those women
turn comfort
to anxiety

Red is the color of the chair that execute.
On the chair sits a prisoner,
while I stand and look him into the eyes.

He screams but no louder than I step onto the floor.
Could his scream ?

Forgive the murder.

If I could wind back the hands of time.
And reach the things
I've left behind.
I'd find the child
A troubled girl.
I'd catch her
Before she unravelled.
I'd hold her hand
Whilst she travelled.
I'd help her find
An Ear in which
She could confide.
I'd cut down
Those brambles
To clear a path.
So she would have
A different past.
The teen would send that application
And succeed in her vocation.
The single mum
Should have left,not run.

She'll never know the pain that I feel,
The loneliness that's all too real.
A mental health center she'll never see,
Friends always there, begging for her company.
She'll never feel the urge to end it all,
Or suffer from parents' abuse, now long gone.
Stealing and cheating, she'll never do,
She'll have a perfect life, it's true.
My mom says she's the favorite child,
With more friends than I had in a while.
She'll never disappoint, like I seem to do,

Dad's up in the bathroom
And he's locked the door
We can hear his frantic footsteps on the floor
Up the stairs we go
To what we'll find
We just don't know.
Mums getting herself all in a tizz
Cos Dads having a turn
And he's in crisis
Mum opens the door
And then we can see
Dads opened the skylight
As wide as can be.
I want to run i want to flee
I gaze at the plank
At his feet where hes stood
Oh god mum says
Hes up to no good.

The devil, you’ll find
Is really quite kind
charming and
handsome to boot
Irreverence is his
A blessing he’ll give
When you find yourself
Filling his shoes
Be dismayed or deplore him
You cannot ignore him
In the moments
That might have been yours
He'll turn to the choir
When there's no one in the pews
Pious legs too spent from spreading
Can't remember how to choose

A lonely poet swallows his tongue
his words can cast him into oblivion
a widow is mourning her loss of the broken
her replacement
is far more validating

The widow meets the poet as she believes he is singing a siren song
although
his rhymes are not written for performance
she has not yet placed her foot on the second step

A thousand parasitic poets
disguised as trinkets
hydrated
from the widows watering eyes

Her irises
capture
the drama
of the trinkets' wars against time