In nighttime living creatures fell dead asleep by herds |
I alone am an orphan to the darkness and the candlelight |
And my dreams depart for whimsical lands with the migratory birds |

Under the roofs people sleep with their eyes shut tight |
All the dramas of daily life locked down their windows |
I alone am an orphan to the darkness and the candlelight |

Here my imagination took its feathery flight |
Between these shadows of empty cul-de-sac |
All the dramas of daily life locked down their windows |

The moon steals out the stories in inspiration’s sack |
Here with my dreams, desires, and depressions out of sight |
Between these shadows of empty cul-de-sac |

Improvisation opened his iridescent lips for a bite |
My melatonin ignites the fire within the constellations |
Here with my dreams, desires, and depressions out of sight |

Legends, myths, and superstitions find me with consternations |
In nighttime living creatures fell dead asleep by herds |
My melatonin ignites the fire within the constellations |
And my dreams depart for whimsical lands with the migratory birds|

She said to me
I keep a special place for you in my heart
and in a heartbeat I found her riding the clouds
At first, I thought she left
the time bent, I met my present and my past
into that moment
I saw no future, not that I cared anymore
Winters came and went
Summers burnt my face and freckled my back
I said I'll try to find the  place she has for me
fool as I am
I wander the world looking for sights
I tremble the sounds of the rain
I sip the colors of the sunset
Where is this place in your heart
where is this place where you keep me
devastated I am
blind with my wide open eyes
mute with a loud scream coming out my lungs
deaf in this noisy fair
I feel her presence everywhere
You keep a special place in your heart for me
a place where is everywhere.

So many words I told you
Meaningful and meaningless
wave vibrations through air
with the hope to percept
that I'm not a poet
But you are poetry.

Sometimes I take a deep breath
and think...
About the places I'd rather be,
the people I'd rather see,
the life I want to live.

Deep breath in.

My mind races elsewhere,
infinite experiences to be had,
only limited by my imagination.

Deep breath out.

Maybe it isn't much harder than that

What could've been is an idea
that unfortunately exists with lies.

I wonder if what could've been
is really what should've been,
just hiding in disguise.

And what if what could've been,
would've been...
that'd be quite the surprise.

But it doesn't really matter.

Because it would be a surprise,
if what would've been
could've been.

And if hiding in disguise
is what should've been,
I no longer wonder what could've been.

That's just what what could've been is,
an idea made of lies.

Time slows down,
thoughts seem incapable of comprehension,
as I stare at a wall that is beginning to drip...
I'm lost.
What is this world I'm visting,
where color is alive, guiding me.
I came here with a purpose,
but it was stolen,
by unrecognizable shapes.
I can chase after them,
but what's the point?

Darkness, patience, fear...
I figured it out

My thoughts brought me here,
to see what I've created.
They don't like each other,
they don't like themselves,
so they think, and they fight,
in a stormy cloudlike arena called imagination.
If they can successfully destroy each other,
Then there are no more thoughts to wake up to.

KC

Bro... as if her giving up on me wasn't bad enough, she just couldn't resist leaving me with one final knife blow to the back to conclude that toxic relationship.