In my mind
hollow stars litter life on Mars;
I wonder
is that who we are?

Rage seeps soft skin
skin burnt red cheeks
burnt eyes to
night someone
dies…

It’s so dark
I want more,
do you know what lies
beyod the door?

Gazes glued
to imprisoned hues
cruelty blooms
but no one moves

blood stains taint rain
another thought in our brains
-do you really think
I’m insane?

Greens turn black, blues turn grey
-behold the greatness of today.

In my mind
tears mold to truer forms
metaphor for metamorphosis
-there is no time there is no space
but there is an end
that we’ve misplaced.

Face the truth:
it’s easier to lie,
lets resuscitate the creativity
denied.

Lose your fear for transformation,
without it there is no hope for creation;
embrace change, rearrange,
find a living reincarnation.

Where it is dark, there will be beauty.
Where it is light, there will be beauty.
The answer is there for us to take;
so wake up, realise,
find growth in your mistakes.

Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten,
Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold,
Let it be forgotten for ever and ever,
Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.

If anyone asks, say it was forgotten
Long and long ago,
As a flower, as a fire, as a hushed footfall
In a long forgotten snow.

Someday,
I would finally stop
writing about you.
Someday,
you won't have
that kind of power
over me anymore.

Dressed in nothing
but stardust and the
night. While feeding
on poetry and baby
moons* ~

why a poet?
because a poet
hears the words
which sing the
purest harmonies
because a poet
paints their portraits
in pastels
of phrases
because a poet
dances their agonies
into leaps of faith
and pirouettes
of passion
because a poet
sees
the beauty
in the commonplace
and captures
the moment
in a snapshot
of ink and white
because a bloodless world
cuts itself
a thousand times

and the poet bleeds