Wednesday, April 22, 2015


beautiful pain
like a tree engulfed in flames
waiting to sprout seeds.
the wails of a fiery death
harmonizing with the cries
of stirring life

shivers and shakes
chattering teeth
juxtaposing the summer's hospitable discourse

I have been given a canvas to paint life
but I don't know what to do
I have been released from rehabilitation
to gain independence in a jungle of pretense

My perception is as bright as the light at dusk
for finding something you lost,
but aren't sure where along.

I don't know if I can do this.
I don't know if I care to try
There's a body I feel like i'm leaving
left out to die

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Brendon Masters

Oceanside, CA, United States
you already know too much about me