Yin

I am thankful,For my simple mediocrity,And a contentedness for simplicity,Rather than desperationFor a stranger's adoration,And purpose in a meaningless world.

Fever Dreams #2

Fuchsia dreams of white-light rooms,Repeating rhythms in coral suspension,Cold nights framed in crystal borders,Nightly bodies burst in ruby drops,While princesses dance with shotguns,Staccato steps and smoky smiles,Screaming lurid secrets,Spilling from dreamer's lips,At the moment we awake. Over and over again I'll die,Until one day things could beDifferent.

Text Chains

Phones are heavy,With empty names,Endless text chains,Binding me to this moment - Etched in stone -Frozen in time -Burned into my soul - So that pitiful message,From ten years ago,Lies in youthful hope, unread.

Uncertain Days

A certain song,On a certain day,Is enough to destroy me,So utterly,That I wish there was a way to PAUSE Life For a while, Enough, at least,So I can see the road forward,Through this relentless rain.

Ash

Paper leaves stirring,Creaking branches in the breeze,Spirit-bound, silent.

At Her Grove

Three times around, the circle must grow, With long-lost keys, and garlic cloves, Mounds autumnal: willow leaves, Scented oil, poured to please, On dark, foreign stones, And much-loved bones - gone too soon. Solace, Grief?

Pitiable Mantra

Measured between heartbeats,A pitiable mantra:"I tried."

Snowball

Dissipating,Like a snowball in the ocean,Memories of.

Summer Fever Fades

Summer fever fades,Into cool, red-hued autumn,Like my sunset dream.

Lunar Sky

Ephemeral lunar sky,Myriad mirror shards,Distant and cold,Yet broken things,Lost in listless voids,Always tend to find one another.