What I’ve seen in this world
What has been done to me
What I’ve done to others
Makes my soul bleed &weep
Some days I want to encase my heart in a metal #ferrule
To keep my dripping wound from killing me
To stop feeling
Then he laughs
A child grins
And I need to feel that

The word is full of false smiles and empty hearts, eager for you to be their next hustle. They’re willing to take your love, money, or dignity. Hell, all three.
Don’t let them dirty your view of the world. There are still pockets of beauty and kindness.

Her name is Polly
Society dressed her in vibrant pinks
And told her how to live
Tried to clip her dreams
Told her to speak softly,
Like light rain and live only to entertain
But she isn’t a pretty parrot
And she wants out of her cage

Today was the day, she’s escaping this dying town with its decaying despair. She raced down the cracked porch steps and into her rusted car. Revving the old engine, she peeled out of the long gravel driveway, kicking up gravel and long-forgotten dreams.

Today was the day, she’s escaping this dying town with its decaying despair. She raced down the cracked porch steps and into her rusted car. Revving the old engine, she peeled out of the long gravel driveway, kicking up gravel and long-forgotten dreams.

She’s Living Art Reckless brushstrokes of joy and terror
Irrational curves of light and dark
Carved from her bits of paradise and pandemonium
She’s a chaotic masterpiece

Insanity lives in us
Will you let it spill out with a peel of wild laughter or have it trickle from your lips with a shy smile? Maybe you’ll keep it locked up, letting it dance around in your quiet fantasies. Or perhaps, you’ll free it to spread delightful and dreadful chaos.