Time, it's flying like a freight train.
No need for tracks, it continues running.
Rocketing forward, flashing by.
It continues on and on.
We can't stop it, even for a second.
It’s unstoppable yet undefined.
No matter how much we try,
It continues on.
Time.

Gazed
Upon distant
Streaks of
Energy
As they
Appeared
To be blurs
In the darkened
Vault of heaven.

Bark lined remnants,
Grow wild, inside the fire.
Uncontrolled burn, let it render
Heat to icy hands
Here in frozen firelight.
Sparks, let them fly,
Make one wish tonight.
Don’t tell anyone what it is,
Or, it might not take flight.

i could be that girl
whose voice is low and melodic
and coats your mouth with
acacia honey
whose eyes are the color
and depth of
midnight
whose presence is thick like
new york summers
rosy like
los angeles in early spring
if i braid flowers into my hair
if i write enough poems
if i learn to show the skin of my essence
but remain an abyss—
i will stop making art
when i become it

For a short time,
Supernova outshines galaxies;
It explodes and
Imprints images
Across Andromeda's face,
Overexposed across its gaze,
Blinds & Spills in all directions,
Up & Up. Down & Down. Around & Around.

I’d drag these regrets to the far-off reaches,
Just to be left speechless,
As we watch it outshine the Sun,
I would.

I forgive you, and myself too.
It was supernova, not meant to live
Long.

Forgiveness
Is like a Nebula’s Kiss,
It gives birth to new life
And leaves the past behind.

A star dies in supernova flame,
And the view from here is spectacular,
Don't miss it.