I like to use a pen so my mistakes are not forgotten.
I like to fill page after page and watch
As the ink dries like the blood in my feet, coagulating.
Because I've been standing
Still in the quiet
Apathy whitewashing the ache
of my dreams
This life is a story
not yet written in full
And though we all in time must write our lines
from start to finish
There are those among us
who would erase all the moments
that should have rhymed
out of fear that in our eyes
their lives would be
But I've been standing still in the quiet
Contemplating old days and soft riots
And I could not erase a single moment in memory.
Some days I like to shake my feet and run
And think about the ageless nature of our gods and our sun.
I like to use a pen so these moments are not forgotten.
I like to fill page after page within my mind.