People are simple.
They love,
Hurt,
Cry,
Blame,
And Hope.
They love and write poetry.
They write their lines through
Their laughter or in their gloom.
They love and write.
They write the happy blissful
Chapters in their story.
They capture those moments
And keep them in a jar
As fireflies to give them
Faith,
Light, and
Direction
When they're walking dark paths
People are simple.
They love,
Hurt,
Cry,
Blame,
And Hope.
They hurt and fall.
They recoil and retract
And they write.
They write their pain in the air
Because paper is
Restricting and doesn't
Express their misery adequately.
As they write their pain in the
Air and it wraps around
Those it’s been written to as
A noose and slowly hangs them.
People damage, and people hurt.
When they make it explicit
They shoot lines like bullets
Quickly killing those that'd
Cared enough to jump in
Front and absorb the impact
People are simple.
They love,
Hurt,
Cry,
Blame,
And Hope.
They cry and break.
They write grief in their tears.
Hoping and praying that the
Salty water will be a panacea
To fix what has been broken.
With conjured theories
Of deceit and malice
They cry harder as their
Brokenness gets broken-er.
Until they decided that it’s beyond mending.
They cry to resolve that
Even a home repair is not sufficient.
They write their brokenness in their tears.
People are simple.
They love,
Hurt,
Cry,
Blame,
And Hope.
They blame and point fingers.
They point them in the mirror
And they point them towards
Those who let their fireflies go.
They write their blame with their fingers.
And with the hands that place
The blame, they build walls.
Walls to keep out those on the
Receiving end of that
Incisive finger.
People are simple.
They love,
Hurt,
Cry,
Blame,
And Hope.
The hope and fantasize.
They hope for sunnier rays to
Shine so much light on their paths
They won’t need to keep that
Inventory of fireflies
To find their direction.
They write their hope
In waiting for light.
They hope to love again,
They hope for the
Storybook love we’re told
Will one day sweep us
Up in a gust of wind so strong
Our head can be in the clouds indefinitely
And never travel those paths again
People are simple.
They love,
Hurt,
Cry,
Blame,
Hope.
People are simple,
They write.
