I look to the sky and count the stars
Each one has their own distinguishing story
A different level of brightness
Different shadows and varying hues

In our galaxy, there’s no corners where
Things sit and take their time
Everything’s on a moving cycle
Swirling around and sticking together

Adding color to the space blackness
The stars are no accident
There’s no mistake
They twinkle in uniform light

No one can get rid of their universe
The black holes and asteroids in their heads
You are your own space’s god

Rearrange their alignment and
Create new constellations
Unleash another bang
And embrace the cosmic life

words are my blankets

sometimes it will blizzard in florida and thunder in massachusetts
but it has to happen
once the flurries melt and skies clear
it will stay that way for a while
and there will be a snow in and a hurricane
but it all dries up
escape to the garden

nature is always there
needing to be tended for
care for it and let it grow
it will flourish and snap open
the vines grow thick and curl
staying alive during the changing weather
thorns and thorns but nothing compared to the fresh flowers and velvet petals
the eternal plants in the delicate garden
they will grow and bloom and thrive

some will wilter and turn brown
in the fragile ecosystem
trees take their place
strong and everlasting with stories of rings
history flowing throughout the bark
letting sun in through the leaves
in the eternal garden plants come and go
yet, a new one always comes in succession
nature is always there in the eternal garden

those who fear zombies fear the one who hurt them won’t be gone forever

Fireworks break up the sky
like shattered mirrors

I'm always chasing mirrors
deep into the sea floor and far above,
they evade me

You would, too

But suddenly I'm the most approachable person in the world

a cigarette parts my lips
but doesn't part me from this cruelly inescapable world

foiled again, I give a bystander bumming a cigarette this token of acquaintance

I hope he manages to escape


Fireworks break up the sky
but they're supposed to unify
They deepen my loneliness always

enjoyed in groups,
people multiply

And I drown into the sea,
in the sand,
in the reflections of my mirrors

A glow bracelet shackles me to reality
My plan to escape shatters again
I have mirrors
But bystanders have mallets


Fireworks don't break up the sky
they fly
in puffs

and in the puff of a cigarette
I am gone again

voices of glee
remind me I am lonely

I'm crying but not for loneliness
for I am never truly lonely

I am surrounded by mirrors always

I cry because I cry,
I don't always know why

I chase these mirrors
but I never see reflections
or answers

Is it glory?
beauty?
appreciation?

I cry because it's momentous
a girl loves a moment in time,
anytime

Mirrors trail down my face

Fireworks break up time and space

I cease to exist
but I feel whole

as if my existence is exactly this
reflections, fireworks, and a wish

Ladders and highs
And purples and crazies
Burning under the stars
Looking through the uneven stairs
Passing through open walls and
Broken windows
Hallowed and cut bleeding through
The darkened streets
Glowing into their skin
Death as a form of retreat
From their civilian madness
Holing into sewers and breathing waste
Hurting themselves on barbwire fences and needles
Digging holes into flesh and filling with temporary satiety
For those sleeping in alleys high and immobile
Choirs of  phantoms and squirrels and birds
Greet with unremarkable pitch
Verse says the end has come
But is just unfolding

Victims of self discovery
Burdened by unwanted embraces
Searching for a release
Creeping into pools watched and gazed
Adjusting their lives as they unknowingly perform
Twisting structures and sparking atoms
Fling and hitting the walls
Trying to run for it
Attempted escapism and keyless doors
Clouded entryways with a dim glow
Beckoning to be explored
Unknowingly opening Pandora’s Box again
Magnets in the air to collect the scrap metal
Scratches and deep cuts on the interior
Nowhere to dispose of it
Folding and storing again in the grand drawer
Dresser pressed against the door to keep it shut