Golden Light Was Poured Into My Eye,
As It Enveloped My Shaking Fingers.
It Wrapped Around My Hoarse Voice,
As Though It Were An Elegant Scarf,
Keeping Me From The Cold.
The Light Found Itself Inside Of Me,
Sweeping Away The Dust Of Despair;
Ridding Me Of The Shadows Lurking
Behind My Heart.
Beams Poured Into My Mind,
Slicing Through The Grime And Grit
Of The Moments Which Chose To
So Selfishly Define Me.
Colors Emerged From My Parted Lips,
The Hues Which Have Been Treasured
Memories Of Autumn And Evenings.
A Metamorphosis Had Occured.
I Materialized From A Gray Husk
With Brilliant, Shimmering Wings.
I Am Radiant.
I Am Jubilant.
I Am Reborn.

Perfume of earth after rain
In wooded walkway nearby—
So delightful and invigorating!
It helps to inhale reverie
I behold with eyes,
Exhale only negative.
Perfume smell nice.
Inhale. - Exhale.*

Тадеус

Dark green shade of trees cast by sun
Shining with intense rays
An oasis—found for
Summer suns.*

Тадеус

I build it because I can
Working with tools
Makes me feel like a man

The process is frustrating yet fun
As long as this stands
I will be on this earth as one

One who left his mark
By carving out this wood
I decided to build this on a lark
But now it is something good

She whispers
My name in every poem
She whispers my name
In every word she writes
She whispers my name
In every picture she posts
She whispers my name
In my sleep
She whispers
I hear her calling
In my dreams
She whispers
Whispers
I scream

Here a while ago,
It was so cold that I stayed
Shivering inside.

{ Weasel }

Moon shines bright on snow
Making it seem bright as day -
My room was lit up.

{ Weasel }

Written not only by the ink of pens, but also by the soul of  hearts