Who am i? who are you? to hate the cobbler yet love the shoe.

Ancient steel yet not of rust.
leaves dance in the moon after each cool gust.
his mind is doubt her eyes are trust.
a thousand years lay like dust.
she took his hand. Closed her eyes. Only he and her when the world had died.
time has stopped. Heart beats race. In her eyes are lunar waste.
-C.C.

Again...ive felt as though ive gone mad.
I'm awake again tonight so is the screen.
a blue couch with no seat is where I sit.
I stared threw my window again into the pit.
a room of names. Ink memories lay sour on nicotine yellow walls. I can't break free when my screen begins to draw. This website is like my life. Goodbye poetry.

Legs crossed the sun wraps him in warm embrace.
the lotus pond.
he cups the sky water in his palms.
the coy fish appeared unannounced but always welcome.
he closes his eyes and exhales life.