The leaves are
looking
bored.
They look tired
of being
green.
The sounds that
inspire them
those young birds
who remind them
it is time to be green
again
have all faded away.

I have seen geese
in v formation
flying
Halloween candy
multiplying
on the shelves
of stores who
once never sold it
until mid September
not many minds
still remember
when August
was not about
summer being “over”
and not about colors
of late October.

Warm days are
trying
ever desperate
to hold on
to be present
as darker
evenings
invade the hours
setting the sun
earlier
moving each morning
closer
to colder moments coming
soon.
~Miguel

Do you remember the heat of the sun on your back?
Of being a small child and the breeze on your face?
Of the first time you realised that feeling, that tingle, that slightly dizzy feeling
Was not dissimilar from the gentle warmth of another humans breath on your neck in a warm embrace.

in the solitude
of night splendor
the mind drifts
to a tranquil plain
glinting pin holes
in skies do bring rest
to the mind's
wearied taxed vein
all thinking silenced
within stellar pool  
one able to forget
the daily bustling train

If you have nothing
nice to say, then just say it
and watch the world burn.

Trails of braided light
run down my trembling body, carrying the dried blood off of my face like a river carries loose stones down stream. A faint metallic scent rises through the steamy air.
No amount of soap and water will wash the memory away...
I nearly took that girls head off.
If it wasn't for Jack,
I would have turned
everyone in that cafe.
Such a mess.
Thankfully, Jack knows his way around cameras.
Witnesses too.
I don't ask - but sometimes I wonder, which one of us is the real monster.

No, I'm not in love
But I love him
Or do i?
For who he is

I am reminded of that scene from Fight Club
Airplane conversation
About single serving friends
Among every other convenience
We pass through each other's lives
Cool breezes. Hot sands.
Finger lengths entwined, connected
Eventually slip their grip for most
Some I can hold onto
Vice like in my intensity
The hurt and confusion can over rule
Common sense about change
We all are evolving
I cannot, will not, hold it against you
There is a purpose for every path crossed
A single serving can **** you
**A single serving can save your life