The Fault is Yours

Today I am angry

I blame you

Or who

I don't know

Insanity no just me

I am a Jedi fear me I will

Fight YOU

Star wars is real is real

Unlike this hospital room

With white walls and stale bread

It's Luke Skywalker's fault my mom's in here

No it's my Dad's fault she's hurt

Who's fault don't spread a tear...

I can't blame her she's hurting from a

Car crash? But I saw a knife in her hand even if it was only a flash

I'm sorry I can't take it back

I hate you I love you

I am not a Jedi Master

My name is Harry

My name is Harry

My name is Harry

*Disclaimer this is my perspective of one of my client's mind. Or at least what I imagine they're thinking. And Harry is not my client's real name,

Empty Trees and Burnt Leaves

Feeling like a tree without leaves

Walking around vulnerable

Feeling naked Letting go of something that could have been Would have been but under circumstances Was a little bit destroyed with fire Greater than a forest one spreading all around California

Due to a drought that's never been as bad before With thirst that dries your lip greater than a rim of salt You become aware as if someone knocked your head With your brick and you and you have just come out of a coma

But at the same time you know that what you did was As important as saving a life because in a way You were preventing the inevitable A cursed life, as a life it still may be- Is one that no parent wishes on their children

*Disclaimer: A friend opened up to me about having an abortion in college not revealing names or anything but this was my perspective of how I feel she felt when going through with it. *

A Letter to a Friend From Memory Lane

Sorry you turned out to be burnt and stale

Like snacks being left open in someone

Else's pantry way too long

We had smiles and laughs

But that was yesterday's song

I know you have demons

Tucked away but your minds more of a black hole

Sinking everything together and not letting me say

Why I'm hurt or what got me sad

I've got my own curse of demons

Sure, I might tuck them on an old dusty bookshelf

And then I have days where my brain

Goes down memory lane

& That's the difference between me and you

Toxic you are and it's so easy to be sucked away forever

I wish you luck and happiness with only good times

But I remember how I felt that gravitation

So I regret to inform you I am denying that invitation