Empty checkboxes
And a mind that’s zig zagging
Still manage to impress
From the outside in
Yet I have never mastered
Impressing myself
Tag: Current Events
We drink our coffee
Skid into our parking spot
Late, by two minutes
The day is a drudge
Much the same as yesterday,
As will be tomorrow
Oblivious to
The obliteration of
An entire culture
That’s what we call progress
Record heat persists
Living beside intense fires
And massive flooding
The stripping of rights
Polarizing of nations
Anger…everywhere
But this damn sunrise
Is so fucking beautiful
That we snap photos
Rather than bask in the bright
And vivid moment
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The great resignation
A simple reminder:
Toxic relationships are
Not just reserved
For lovers
They can be an entity, a corporation
A job
Even a Vice
Before you leave it’s like
Sucking all air through a straw
Colors are muted, and gray
But once you’re free…
The world is as bright as a birthday cake
And equally exciting.
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Climate Blind
Storms in the west
Floods in the south
We’re watching it happen
But shutting our mouth
Record heat in the east
And in the north too
Shaking our heads
What’s there to do?
Nothing can change until we make it so
Revolution is coming
And lots of sorrow
To grow is to change
That’s the advice most given
Which of course implies
That change is progress
But often, that’s not the case
Change is simply change
It’s not attached to morals
And while it can be progressive
It’s doesn’t always mark progress
In fact sometimes
It marks steps backwards
Instead of forward
But again, not always
Because change is simply that:
change
It’s attached to nothing
But we change
So we can breathe.
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World on Fire
Orange light streams in
And the floor dances with fire
Meanwhile, in the sky
Pink translucent clouds are shaded
By billowing plumes of smoke
Ash covers the sidewalks
Children play with it
Like they would a puddle
Watched over by a flaming copper sun
Why is it so beautiful
When the world is on fire?
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Gentrified Sky
Cotton candy skies
Sweep over hard machinery
Gray to contrast pink
Spun sugar clouds
Sun bleached and fractured with gold
Hang amidst black plumes
Of industrialization
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Clicks of the Desperate
“Doctors” with no oath
Looking to make a profit
Will descend on those
Who want their own choice
Tik toks and others
Will film “do it yourself” clips
And prey off the clicks
Of desperate girls
Boys without knowledge and
Men with few consequences
Will not be party
To the new shadows
Haunting the world of women
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Platforms
Art is political
You can’t convince me differently
Because at heart, art
Is an argument
Artists want you to feel or
Think or see one way
The picture is cropped
Colors are chosen carefully
Scenes are deleted
Yet, we are silent
When it comes to disaster
Art doesn’t pay well
And we’re scared to speak
When we should be scared
To stay silent.
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