adopt a demon tonight
and if you're a writer
she'll help you become a
great one even
It is worth exposing yourself
to her
You won't call her a demon,
of course. That term is offensive
You'll refer to her as The Muse,
your muse
and she will visit you when the
time is right
and the time will be right
when you start doing your thing
You'll see.

if I knew I was
going to die
tomorrow
would I spend today
writing more
or
saying goodbye to my loved ones?

hardest choice of my life

maybe I'll write my goodbye
in the form of another poem
to make the best of both worlds

Some people eat dreams

for
breakfast

and
lunch

and
dinner

and it's not even because
they can't afford food

Words are what I try to decipher
Permanence is what I try to leer
Love is what strikes me
But only emptiness is what abides with me

To me you're the ocean
The deep blue that lures me in
The mysterious unknown that keeps me afloat
I want to drown in you
But be in the shallow
I want to give myself to you
But keep my heart hollow.
.
.
.
Mehek

she was the moon
radiating the night sky
and dancing among the stars

you were the darkness
the shadow that waxed and waned
through the phases of her life

she grew to believe
that your presence
is what made her whole

but like the full moon
she shone brightest
without you


x.

I wish
her scars were on my heart
and not on her arms.