Haiku

Perspective

and not even the

flying fish can talk about 

how a bird may feel

Post Break Up

like a hermit crab

you share the struggle to find

a happy new home

Drugs

drugs are poison and

there's something inside of me

that I need to kil

Insecurity

I am just a snail

slowly treading on the salt

of all my self hate

Opportunity

I used to stare so

long at closed doors not knowing

that they are unlocked

Make A Change

Earth's a circle stone,

craving a new shape. And you?

You hold the hammer.