The Windtower

I’m made of earth and bound to it

You of air found it hard to commit

I gathered myself and reached high

To touch you whenever you drifted by

You’d promise to stay and then deceive

You’d breeze around a little and then leave

I cut myself open, carved a window to let you in

Still you said you were afraid I’d hold you within

So I carved a hundred more till I was hollow

And waited for you to blow

I know I can’t make you stay

But maybe you could teach me to fly

Blood - Ink

Blood If my isolated voice could drown your awful din And the abuse and your hate Your rants, I’d be ignoring But on my ideology, you constantly spit So bullets in your heart, I sink And I run hiding my face in a helmet

Ink If words could wound the skin And bullets could debate The few you asked, I’d be answering But you’d bleed when I cut and slit And while you lie dying in a puddle of ink I’d aim my quill at another of you and shoot