Thoughts thoughts thoughts
Racing through my mind
When all I want to do
Is lay here && unwind

But these thoughts thoughts thoughts
Around the corner they're always looming
How could I ever be at peace  
When they are all consuming

Thoughts thoughts thoughts
Still running through my head
I just want them to quiet down
Ah well, maybe when I'm dead

how less can be more
like the tiniest of lime-green shoots
about to unfurl their fancy to perpetual skies
more in the less, minimal beats , no stress
music I move to when I need a rise
a sudden arrival of pocket-sized birds, spinning my heart into a soar
this is how I know, how I know so well,  that less is actually more

As I sit here with a hangover from pride and devious assumptions;
I see where my downfall began-

          University Café at 8:24 pm:
I saw the way she looked at you- a second too long with a twinkle in her eye.
I could have sworn you gazed longingly back, but I gave you the benefit of the doubt.
You told me she was a study partner from class, so I dropped the subject of the matter.

                 Your dorm room at 12:37 am
I thought I would surprise you with a late night gift, but I was the one surprised seeing “her” there.
You claimed you both were just studying and talking about absolutely nothing, but how could I believe that? I refused to be the fool.

                                Your friends dorm room at 12:52 am
I sensed the way he looked at me behind your back.
I cried on his shoulder; loosening him up with my seductive skullduggery.
I then let him consume in your late night surprise.

                                                   Present  1:13 pm
My assumptions have departed, but guilt has risen in its place.
You rush for me still trying to reconcile last night’s misunderstanding, and I finally see your truth;
but I’m too ashamed to divulge mines to you.

We attempt rescue, unable to bear
the stardust-coated dragonfly
beat, beat, beating
frantic on the glass.

We entice him to perch
on our extended lifeline-broom
nurse him in a box, where he flutters
quivers, lies quietly blue.

My son cries bitterly
as we place a minute cross
upon the dragonfly grave
while intoning our final goodbyes:

We honor those who have fallen victim
to this fatal architectural trap, lured
by skylights of enticing white-light death
and the paned illusion of freedom.

In admiration of winged determination
and perseverance in the face of futility
we carefully tend the fragile, curved bodies
lay them here to rest under the mock orange.

years of gauze-weighted detritus
swept beneath these ponderous shrubs
a reminder - what seems like freedom
                                                         ­           often isn’t.

I sit alone and wonder,
Why I'm always in the dark.
The sun it shines so brightly,
But it doesn't reach my heart.

I feel so lost and broken,
Like my soul will tear apart.
I care no more for anything,
My indifference was the start.

The tears they flow so often,
For reasons I do not know.
I bask in my depression,
And the emptiness that grows.

I am scared of my surroundings,
So I do not leave this place.
I find a sense of safety,
From life's obscure embrace.

I wish for a connection,
A branch for which to cling.
But the power of the darkness,
Won't let me stretch my wings.

So I suffer here in silence,
Part of life's bitter game.
I am trapped in its grasp,
I will never be the same.