I write this with little force,

Autocorrect guiding my words;

Inhalers keeping this curse at bay,

Blades making blood flow.

I think of now with little hope,

Without a saving grace;

I think of now, a pitch-black room

With no one there but my demons.

Flurry of words seem to gush out of me,

As I hyperventilate;

Grief grows larger as they don't notice,

As these fingers grow numb.

I don't know how much I'll last,

Might as well collapse,

No matter how much I say I'll die,

I'll just live some time again.

But now it's worse.

I don't know what to do
My heart is aching
Someone help me
Take this pain away please

there is congruence and harmony
in the meaning behind your name
and the time when you waltzed in my life.
i discovered that today.

it was during my lowest of lows,
and darkest of darks,
seemingly devastated by a storm,
when you came along.

your name means rainbow in greek.
perhaps you live out and uphold its meaning.
for you gave back the missing colors,
in my once pitch-black world.

Ages of writer's block,
Unmotivated of ever being productive,
Witty lines became depressing,
Every word seems so boring as ever.

A new start was all that was needed,
A shove from the back for it to begin,
Its been a while since ive got this feeling,
More longer that i could remember.

October is the creativity month,
The hype is really living up to its name,
And so here i write for the first day,
And all i could say is; Hello there Inktober!

-HIY

the way of silence sought me out
and into silence I travel

and I found silence full of the energy of love
and love is my companion

each day is a steady turning toward love
and away from all egoism

the way of silence seeks my heart
and in silence love communicates fully.

I never bolt my door either by day or night. I have no belongings of value, only some books, bread for the next few days and water to last the week. If a thief were to enter my home, he would be totally disappointed. If we were to meet face to face, I would show him what I had and invite him to share it. But this had never happened.

If a stranger had lost his way at night and were to knock at my door, he would be welcome to join
me for dinner or supper. I would offer him a place to rest for the night. I would do this not out of duty or obligation but rather in the spirit of common humanity as I could be in the position as he was.

Last week I received a letter from a young female student. She was French and lived in Paris. Do you remember me? I'm Sophie. We met last year. I was on my way to the airport. You saw me talking to the taxi-man. I couldn't afford the $ 30. You handed me the money and gave me your address. I've graduated from Sorbonne in linguistics and philosophy and am teaching in a secondary school. Please contact me if you are here. I shall take you for a meal...

the arrow is not found a target
terrible
stray travel
until where