I Feel Like More People Should See This.

defeating myself

i unclench my fists. 

my skin takes a gasp of

breath. begs for a release

from this constant tension. 

i release the weakness 

that lives inside me. turn away.

~K.T.

some days, you’ll learn to be selfish, too

you’ll drink straight from the

jug. wipe your mouth with 

your forearm. you’ll dance 

past dizziness. let the nausea

carry you to bed. you’ll laugh

and laugh until your cheeks pinch. 

~K.T.

Imitate

You run

And I follow

But the chasing I do

Has left me hollow

roles reversed, crumbling in dust enough to cave in the lungs of titans. don't force me to breathe anyway, it's pointless in the grand scheme of cigar marketing. all for standing outside and watching the rays of sun stretch their limbs and lie down for the evening but the true beauty comes when all the pawn shops facing east are religiously nocturnal.

a hopper of trains, we can be out of here, we can be slugs happily avoiding the minefield of saltshakers set up to watch us perish. a tale as old as grandfather's medals, tears stinging eyes, hometown roaches feasting on nuclear Thanksgiving; part the lips and caught the tongue trembling common knowledge. that the boxing gloves hooked on the wall have touched their fair share of tender cheeks and retiring will only cause the maroon to solidify.

nap away the wrongdoings of foreign-feeling nausea. spin the story like a top on the evening reporter's desk laden with load-bearing ash-pokes the size of his ideals surrendering to keyboard gestures of love and floundering reputation.

Every day I am

Discovering something new

My branches expand

Every season isn't spring

I allow myself to rest

and maybe one day i will wield the scythe

my poetry can resurrect demons

from the past, so let me swing

another sharp weapon and

name it poetry.

~K.T.

I float above the debris

Freshly risen from the grave

Where moths gently flutter

And the worms quietly dance

At the rhythm of blue crotchets

Hanging from red green wing tips

Resting beyond the horizon

Where your brokenness waits

Behind a shattered mirror

Ye who are drenched in sin. Rise and face me. I shall guide you to the paradise that welcomes everyone.

I try to make something beautiful of my pain, but sometimes I just have to sit with it. Sometimes all you can do is sit with it.

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