psh, politics

it seems to me

that everything is corrupt,

& that a bird with only one wing (rightorleft)

is crippled to flight

democracy is doornail dead,

but was it ever really alive?

maybe if fat old men weren't running this place

wars over carefully constructed lies

wouldn't exist

and safe places would be safe,

not threatened to be stripped of funding

(hey, it's cool, who needs testing or birth control anyway?)

truth is becoming a word that is thrown around

a frisbee game 

with luck it might end up at your feet.

our hell is a good life

walking alone in the rain is something only a frigid romantic does.

if you don't tangle expectations with people, you are never disappointed
although the converse is what tends to happen.

my heart beat feels heavy &slow under the weight of a hot bath, a heart that aches after a voice on the other end hangs up,
a heart that shakes when all that matters is oceans away.

it's consistency i lack.

tangled/untangled

in a fragile sort of place

where         anyevery       song brings tears

and             everyany       look at your face

sends these legs s p i n n i n g

to avoid a goodbye,

i will nevernot run

dear best friend

everything is beautiful, and nothing hurt.

love,
Kiagen

p.s. i need to hear your voice

EVERYTHING IS CORRUPT

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-us-canada-12695313

raised in the city of salt

i was born in a house on 5th south
my mother nearly bled to death
                                                            i guess it's only fair that i am anemic

i learned to write long before i learned how to talk,
probably because a thumb was always in my mouth
and we didn't have a tv
                                                            the librarians knew me by name

i was always scowling, couldn't find reasoning
for my parents being sad, for the eating of animals
for not having any friends 
or a cat of my own
                                                            words were my escape from the start
                                                             a lonely girl's only constant.

comfort is pen to paper
                                   therapy is a journal so used the binding breaks
                                                                                                              writing is home

Sara