winter sky (poem)

sometimes I wish the world was flipped
that sky and earth would switch
or appear so in my window at night
so I can look out at the snowy ground
see everything covered in soft white crystals
instead of the uniform clouded sky
while I lay in bed awaiting sleep
hoping the sun doesn't rise 

-Zero

morbid curiosity (poem)

death is an ominous mystery
one I so desperately want to solve
for fear of returning to the void 

before my birth I knew only oblivion
but knowing life makes the return horrifying
what is it like to become nothing
to have consciousness cease entirely
I would love to believe in afterlife
in the continuation of my self
but I was born out of death
it has fed me and clothed me
knowing one day I would be its to claim
it's only fair to accept the deal
to live only to die. 

-Zero

numbers aren't enough (poem)

celebration feels too soon
true victory has not come yet

have any chickens hatched
or are we just counting eggs?

it feels a long time coming
maybe soon we might relax
some sort of decency achieved
a forest fire finally put out

but it burns viciously still
fighting desperately against us

its fuel has not run dry
we've only extinguished a small part.

i want to believe in victory
but i cannot trust our eggs to hatch.

-Zero