Ah please understand
I didn't say what I wanted to say
Because I didn’t know
If it was the right thing to say
Now I know
And it’s too late
A photographer
Arriving past the golden hour
Loses the last ray of light and
Returns empty handed
May 4, 2021
May 4, 2021 at 2:49 AM UTC
In my dreams, you alway write in purple
As you scribble my name and
As you scribble yours
It’s a color that suits you well, I think
And you wear it gracefully
It is not typical like blue or black
It is not flamboyant like pink or orange
It is not harsh to read like yellow or red
It is dimmer than brown and lighter than green
It is purple, like the deep night before the stars arrive
It is purple, like a streak of light in the dark
I will never forget you, you know
I just hope you will always remember
How special purple is
And how special you are
Jun 1, 2020
Jun 1, 2020 at 1:55 AM UTC
He screams and wails
No one knows why
When they ask
He smiles and laughs
Apr 16, 2020
Apr 16, 2020 at 11:31 PM UTC
Empty
Silence
Little paved driveway behind the gray classrooms
Creaking bleachers of the tennis courts
Orange coarse grit of the racing track
Thin stone pathway leading to the scarlet oak Tree
Upside-down chairs behind dim window shades
Rusty lockers all along a silver row
Black monitors beneath monthly calendars
Even the Lunch spot under the full oak Tree
Thin sheets of rain fall
Eyes blur
Deep breath
Scream
Silence
Empty
Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 2:47 AM UTC
I first saw it beneath the setting sun
A string of gold against the purple clouds
It stood before the edge of the divide
Between the raging sea and the rolling clouds
I dove at the sight of Hope
Washing my hair with salty sand
There is the beacon beyond turbid seas
Haven to repose and a harbor to dock
The waves came, crashing, crashing
It grayed the world with soaring height
It became my eyes and all I see
And when I got back on top
The lighthouse was gone
Buried beneath the dome of the clouds
As the sea and the sky embraced
So passes my Hope
Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 1:49 AM UTC
I molded darkness into my throne
and now I reap the death
of another angel
crashing with her beautiful broken wings
Apr 9, 2020
Apr 9, 2020 at 3:07 AM UTC
Blight is the sun that ceases to shine
Delight are the stars-- children of night
Burnt is the moon-- bride of smoke
Dread is the dark beneath the whirl
Feb 25, 2020
Feb 25, 2020 at 1:16 AM UTC
The stars are here, my love.
They are looking down upon me.
O! They see me.
No, stop, stop now!
Let me hide! Let me disguise myself!
You see, I am not supposed to be seen…
Please don’t see me, dear stars.
Please don’t see me, my love.
Feb 25, 2020
Feb 25, 2020 at 1:09 AM UTC
To my pile of candy stacked still high
And the dumbells that I always walk by
To my Bible left still collecting dust
And the nuts and bolts slowly growing rust
All fair resolutions never to be done
By YouTube or some temporary fun
Time flies when you don’t keep watch
Until the days all go on to be blotched
To the sounds of guitar unheard next door
And the poems I don’t know who to write for
To the dreams of stargazing and dancing and hiking
And those boba milk teas I need to stop buying
A new year seems too stressful for all this
When the digital calendar starts afresh
So why don’t I just do what I need to do
Whatever day it may be and let it be true
Feb 23, 2020
Feb 23, 2020 at 2:46 AM UTC