Here I lay,
With my rotting heart and dead soul;
My world was turning;
Now, my mind is decaying.
Am I at peace?
Is it an illusion?
Or is it a simulation?
Is it my creation?

Flowers still bloom
in graveyards
and maybe
thats why
I’ve always
known
trauma and pain
can't destroy
a beautiful soul

I am like a chameleon,
I can change from form to form,
Sometimes I am a haiku,
Or maybe a senryu,
At times a classic sonnet,
Or a funny limerick,
And then I’m a lengthy ode,
(Your patience I won’t erode),
But whatever form I be,
You can always share with me.

I woke up in the middle of the night,  
Lay motionless and wondered was I right,  
That my name I had heard you faintly call,
But all I heard was the ticking on the wall.  
Alas, it was maybe a dream I had,  
And I was happy and then I was sad,
But your voice so loving for me to keep,  
Lingered in my mind as I drifted back to sleep.

These notes were just abandoned pages, until I took them in and they adopted my thoughts. My name as their own.

The most beautiful light
Is the bounding brightness
Which leaps off of perfect snow
And catches high in the ceiling eyes alive

Such a vision will be forever alive in me.

See this?