January 4th, 2016

They wait for me as I scream for the first time awakened into the cold world of earth that may or may not exist
My soul, glowing like a star
They waited for me in my outside romps,
In my room singing to myself and drawing worlds of embers and magic
They waited as I embarked on adulthood
Scarring my face
And growing a body I felt embalmed in
My family pulling apart like bubblegum
My family reuniting like flowers
They waited for me when I left my friends of middle school
And met shadowed faces in the halls of jail
My breath and thoughts like a siege
My heart breaking two ways
Leaving a girl with blue eyes
Never to relate again
They waited for me as I became a puppet of madness
Writhing in living
My heart my beacon
Live live live
Ginsberg hold me, coo to me and move me
Bring my soul to bloom
I bloomed on my own accord without anyone seeing
Barreling out of madness like a bullet
Fireworking
Escalating out of the years of cold and mess
Into someone's faithful arms
To a forest in the mountains
The Timbuktu of America
White gold man hears and laughs with many broken teeth
And a life ever flowing
Once a rain drop, now an ocean

January 4th, 2016