tectonic beams of golden rays
sweltering showers of sunsets say
beckon, really, sprouting delicate fingers
catch me
and I sink in the powdery white sand
toes slipping under chilly frothy seas
a striking reminiscent glint into fray
music resounding in ear drums fractured
pieces scattered by the sound of their laughter
chase after the receding glimpse
feeling the love sprouting from counting
the time takes flight across the seas
as if there is no tomorrow to seize
sprint, scream into the petrifying waters
the waves crash to your knees
threatening to buckle from underneath
it's now kissing your hips
and swallowing the tenderness
of my throat,
thrash hands into the light
the sinking sun, glistening blood orange, bites
its ghost glistening on the binding waves
catch me to treasure these figments you call yours
and maybe I can't swim fast enough
the ocean swallowing me whole
and this will haunt me forever
knowing what I once had
will never forever be mine

a maroon blanket wrapped around my shoulders
sitting under the waning yellow glow
of the desktop lamp,
nothing but the sound of the keyboards clicking
and the nighttime darkness pressing
my toes are slightly cold
and my stomach rumbles with hunger
in this dead of the night,
with remnants of daily bouts
scattered without a doubt
this moment sneaks utters clarity
so I have to record it
at how I'm painfully aware
that my heart in my chest
thumps without consent
out of necessity, it thrives
like how I weave in and out
of people's lives
just happens so, I cannot help it
never did I give permission
for loneliness to come rattling
against my rib cage and announce
that it's another period in time
no one here to keep the covers warm
or someone to hold hands with
down the lengthy sea shore
I am caught between day and night
just caught and careless
of what my head fills regardless
spontaneous illusions and
ravenous assumptions,
really, I am not as lonely as seemed
just a little hurt
in this fraction of in-between
I am set adrift
without someone
to keep my tethered
and warm

Silent treading and blank white walls
Glistening lights emitting from bulbs
A burden treading thousand drops of water
Cascading down with sheets such disaster
Boots soak and slop without grip
Nails tear at dreary white walls
Like a thundering blank of sea tossed ships
All the white lights shimmer about mist
It's difficult to seize the fine lines
Which to cross
Which too tearful a loss
Down the blank hallway
Stretching for miles away
It's impossible to miss
All the faces scrutiny
I clutch at my chest
It's emotions bursting like mutiny
Washed ashore my body soon come to be
Tumbling,
Spinning,
The water breaching the tiled ceiling
The hallway fills and lights flicker
Set adrift a silent scream
The heavens sent here
Of not a love story
But one of a journey
Even too great for me

a cynical eye glimpses
down into the barrel
terrified at first
what to find at the bottom
there was a great quake
a thundering shudder
of such mighty shakes
hands slips on the rusted rims
leaving traces of red imprints
where fingers ran
up and down sharp cheeks
and across the forehead
dusted with coat of hope
this barrel since looked down into
speaks without wanting to
a barrel full of water
left forgotten amidst trees and garden
lush greens and rainy skies
leaving paths muddy to tread
yet stumble on, keep the hood up
a jacket zipped too, to keep the warmth in
the barrel of water, glimpse down
down and down
a mirror, water so still
the raindrops can't even ripple
the face set in stone

a mouthful of novels
casting evasive statements
another changing feeling
an eluding ghost,
one's written pages
colliding with sentences
clashing against
of other's capsizing
paragraphs and phases
binding in and out
from another shelf,
another frayed spine
fading yellow pages
or crips, clean textures
thinking that we write
our novels alone,
my dear, how impossible
to finish such sublime material
--our own novels--
with nothing but
our syllables
what will fuel
your words,
what will lend
the structure to cover,
the world is teetering
of rippling acceleration
and moments of
seething hesitation
we all end as
books on a shelf
just make sure
your's is willing
to tell

spiraling down the other road
finding the clashing of waves
the beating of salty concave
yearning for that morning save
whisk me away
to a better place
an adventure beholds
upon the ocean's expansion
or tilt me closer to the sun
the beaming glory,
the melting gold fountain
the extraordinary salvation
to leave my troubles
forge new memories
create breathtaking
sceneries expanding
that of my mind and body
yearning for that
other road, outside my front door
I'm ready to step outside
to breathe that blinding life
I'll hold as many hands
I'll do whatever I can

the ceaseless snow fall
abundant delicacies
upon a butterfly's wings
moment's rippling events
cascading grey quarries
across ticking dimensions,
shuddering shoulders
upsetting laughter,
clasp that tiny blade
inside your makeshift
home thereafter,
beating winds
clashing swords
a draining bath
where you soaked
all those memories
like whiplash,
that turmoil substance
gushing out
a teetering notion
all this wordy banter
the music spawned the start
the one inaudible
on this rotating globe
just know better things
are soon to be

the brushes lay flat
scattered across the yawning table
my canvases scattered, paint incomplete
like the thoughts which fall
from my head in repeat,
I pace the studio
the beloved safe haven
the place where I can be my own
the place where I can cry alone
the paints just glimmer
my fingers cringe at their shimmer
I sit in my studio,
staring at the blank scenes
knotting my hands, twisting my fingers
my heart has lost the appetite
of such delicate vigor
the rain glints in the darkening sky
the windows plastered with darkness
I can't see anything for the being
yet I sit and try
something is not right
it must be a new night
--a new flight--
that must be why

the crack of daylight a murmuring hue
speckled on my cheekbone, a startling clue
the word is waking, the sky is stretching
brilliant arrays of cerulean ensues
cut like spiderwebs from trees slipping through
this dawn was beautiful, sublime
I held my breath and hinted the flagrance
the scent of chilly creeks and morning dew
the peacefulness which encompasses my mind--
a moment's pause of breath, a sinking feeling
time has taken all of it away
the stars, the ones which shine so bright
I sleep with the curtain half opened
they help me dream a better reality
they keep my hands from quivering

wander to a place called home
where you can curl in bed
and not be bothered by dread,
where you can lie your head
on the soft pillows

but resentful, no,
a new chapter will stumble in
to bother my slumber
and knock on my door
until then, I'll count every speckle
of dust

tear into the falling night
fasten the day
without a single painful tear
push those memories far away
fast sinking, the glistening forever sky
waning in the dying light
trample of feet
in tall green grass
the soft haze, I love to feel
as everything soften
elbows swing and air bellow
past my ears, like those years
I spent listening, misery
but now those melodies
don't tune with me anymore
and hearts pace
as this band of youth
with stories to tell
and shoulders to sleep
simply decide to race
against the dying day
wanting to get away

Flaming red hair
Short, cropped blonde
Startling pair of blues
And a chopped brunette
And a wonderful hint ahead
Feet trail one after another
As the sun sinks far below the horizon
Chuckles of laughter bellowing thereafter
No ceiling to contain the gitty flare
No roof to block the chilly breeze
The crunch of brown grass
A gathering of strangers
Headlights pierce through the night
Beckoning shadows bounce into flight
The stars shine and glisten
Nothing to bother but other hearts
Willing to listen
And like a trail of headlights
In the dead of the night
We help lead the way
Without quite knowing
Which way

in the blank blue
eyes vacant
cast in ghostly hues
did I really know you
are you really willing
this to crumble
into nothing

happy eyes, shining ethereal
upturned mouths, now sinking too fast
shaky hands
tight chest
clotted mind
these frames of life
hidden descriptions
of a delightful person
mistreated translations
she's less magnificent
just brilliantly human
like you and I
almond brown eyes
bitten bottom lip
cluttered words
sore chin
and ***** nails
she's tougher
than you
know

an embellished conversation, words running catastrophe
the words sink fast, fast, fast
swollen with the stench
and gleaming with utter redness
pounding of head, shake to the left
only to glimpse the silver opal
called the moon
slip behind the ridge of mountains,
all these conversations
words translated without comprehension
slaughtered, spat out, the syllables
run rampant
a million times a day
there are two people having
a conversation
I wonder what they saying
I wonder if they mean
anything

the riveting chill of putting pen to paper
scratching of thoughts, blotted out
crossed over, shaky in terror
pulling the weight of body
behind the rusted ink,
knowing there is no
turning back
once the
ink scar
the
paper

the blur of four flesh and bones
encompassed with skin and smile
piercing white teeth
and braids spilling over
four dancers swept the floor
joints swept by their melody and laughter

shadows creep in their faces
gaunt brows, twinkling eyes
feet hitting the floor
like brewing thunder
and breaths pouring over
the fragments of yellow light

four, four dancers
they danced like no other
lost to the bliss of movement
simply lost to the rhythm
of the moment

terrified while the encompassing spasms
that crashing glitch sunk into my brain
memories and doubts repeating like frames
I can’t go about living under so much pain

Those who seek for the greater spectrum
Fall victim to their own faulty wisdom
Diving forth without looking both ways
Only to find their body collided in both directions

Try to swim through the manifesting confusion
Finding our clothes soggy and reeking
The fabric smitten by all the wrong we do
Never coming to realize it’s not all about you

The angry emotions rage inside the few
Livid, sitting at a desk with fingers in queue
The tapping rhythm of writers under siege
Wanting to ease the honesty overwhelming

Please don’t fall, don’t wait in line
That lime green glow isn’t accounted for
There is so much more
Than living a life unaccompanied  

For the longest time I thought I needed love
Under the darkest nights I sat alone
Covering my ears as the darkness
Began to whisper I was worth nothing

Without company I found my own
In the art of words and syntax of paint
In the minds of books and lives of friends
Picking my shattered pieces one at a time

A clapping thunder of realization
There is too much beauty for a “one”
I can walk this life alone
Finding happiness whoever I find to be

The drowning of night
And recollection of thoughts
Like a murmur of rain
And in our breaths
the scent of pain

Something enriched within
Every bout of daily sway
Gentle fingers looping in jeans
Methodical gestures at eyes so serene
They tally, they talk like catastrophe
Our private thoughts sewn into pockets
Our retreat to the world to those
Who stitched our life into a better wellbeing
With lingering bitterness of white wine
And aching hearts just upon presence
Doing anything to remind, to relive
That moment so precious cupped
Something like golden breath
All of that memory and feeling
Building so sweetly and murmuring
So as that person beholds upon flesh
It's nearly impossible to reveal
At since you have met
You haven't been able to rest

There has to be something
and sometimes
that is enough

do not wallow behind the sounds drenched
the resonating echos which encompasses our heads
that suffocating sensation of fear and regret
that hesitance of talking to someone
that lovely figure only just met
fear, such a funny concept
a misunderstood casket where
regrets wash ashore,
a darkness which rusts the hinges
to our doors,
that thick fist in our stomach
wanting to pound away
what's in our best interest
yet caged and deranged
that's where the best part of us
decide to remain,
under the clench of society
so afraid to contort
the filters placed upon reality
and to see what can be contained

the slight shock of freezing air
drenched with a soaring sky
cerulean, gazing into oblivion
where lies cannot hide

icy crunch of wet, wet snow
the salt picking at leather shoes
the sound of feet resonate into the blue
carrying the heartbeat of a moment's hue

crackle of laughter spark in the cold
chuckles and screams of delightful scolds
hands grasping one another, so warm at touch
their feet echoing as they chase the cold in a run

the blue, marvelous sky
and all the life held below
a mother and son gazing at the signs
as they gaze into a world of animals

sublime