Belittle me,
Reduce me of value,
Don't admire my work,
Don't put in the effort.
Forget me.

Show me the face behind your petty mask.
Tell me why you don't mirror the same.

All these wonderful moments that surround,
haunt me and tease;
I am inspired by.

There are depths I seek,
Situate young valleys upon mountain peaks;
I am conflicted in the here and now.

Balance is electric,
I'm dancing with the eels.
Only clouded by my vision,
So hard to tell.

Walking home, I neglect I am alive. Accustomed to the mundane, the rich hues in the sky evade me. My insides weep to be awoken once more; dance in the depths and soar in the heights. My soul is asleep. My heart trembles where lovers once occupied; If only I could fixate on what is true.

But I am asleep.

It's pumpkin season.

I'm alone in a cold house; I fill it with candles to deceive my mind. The room smells like fresh baked cookies. Oh, how I wish my house was a bakery! I would ****** stranger's noses with my cinnamon cakes, feed the bellies of my neighbors, and recycle the crumbs to the mangy squirrels. But my oven is imaginary and the heater is broken.

There is much in my heart I seek,
I don't feel much like baking.

I run,
a glimpse of you walking nearby,
I steady my pace.
Heart still palpitating,
I turn around.
A brisk walk,
Only to find a shadow of a boy.

Why won't you stay and sail with me?

A sigh, transparent.
My body in chills, I crawl.

I chew on frozen pebbles;
Minding the dark,
I play with bitter fingertips imagined.