Cancer.



You touch the bodies of the living
And mark them for dead
A plague of their own flesh
Rampant, raging, you spread.
Cruel monster, slithering
Through vessels, unknown
Multiplying, dividing
You plunder, you grow
You ravage and destroy
Rot the body like wood
No care for the innocent
No mercy for the good.
Blood, swelling, horror
When at last you are found
we fight for the victim
to which you are bound
we poison you, poison
hack, gauge you out
burn you, hot waves
just kill you somehow
internal struggles, a war
that won’t make the news
sometimes we win
and sometimes 
we lose. 



Photography By David Terrazas



Here is a presentation for a school project, made by DylanAlex McJohnson, about this poem :)



Paper chains.


I am bound to you by paper chains
connected by the bridge between our hearts
and minds. 
I am yours;
for you left your fingerprints upon my soul
when you touched me. 
And if you whispered secrets in my ear, 
know that I heard nothing, 
for the roars of an inner fire
awakening
drowned out even the sound of my own
common sense.
I thought you the carpenter
who fixed me
with his words and
one sturdy hammer.
But I was mistaken,
for you taught me instead 
that I was never broken.
And every moment with you
is shorter than the last.
The sand pours too quickly
and we are left watching
helpless
as time flies past us
on a dandelion seed.