the moment night hit my starving skin
it was like the reminisce of yesterday.
coldness misunderstanding my soul.
the wind telling me things only I knew.


the warmth had been stolen
perhaps all of it this time
the opaque shadow of you my dear.


walking along the rugged exterior
the moon pulsing along with me
the stars singing a little tune


her face as dull as hailstones
looking up into translucent souls
for that's where she belonged
screaming to them for a remedy

Staring up at the ceiling
From his spot on the floor
His worried friends
Keep calling
He keeps pressing ignore
Surrounded by empty bottles
And a fancy invitation
That contains
His ex’s name in calligraphy
With a date and location

( Sonnet )*

What length are days so dearly trodden,
Riddled in stocks, museums of mind,
How can one soul with heart commend
And play these martial fields unkind?
We are wages cast about four corners
And spun to globe of coordinates web,
Sailing by moon, lit oceans of scorn,
Rudderless, blind— innocently led,
Yet here, one star, the sun is a beacon,
We are bathed each day in ****** light
And gifted to morn with new beginnings,
From dreams we wake with newborn sight                              
    And gods watch over with stellar eyes,
    We are babes knowing— cradled in sky.

The early morning sunlight
bidding adieu to the gentle night

Caught in a concoction of insanity
on the edge of reality madness jousts with sanity.
On one side taunted with a blackened stare,
Far over forms a light from a whispered prayer.
Isolated entities await the clash of spears,
while both riders rest among their fears.



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