isolation has its familiarity,
as happiness is a drug
yet not as addicting as
misery.

I fall fast as if
a star from a dream, did you
see — the TRAIL of LIGHT

the branch that left the tree , returned as an ax .

Dawn is blazing
the world is still
this is
the time before times.
Watch the sun kiss
the moon goodbye.

we know each other better than we know ourselves...

I
for
got
for
mality
for
it fermented
itself
in
for
ming
years of
com
for
t

The only poems I’ve ever wanted to read
Were the brief stanzas of our texts.

I crave you
Like the Earth craves the Sun’s warmth.
Without you,
I feel dark, lost and incomplete.

You’re cold
But I want to warm you
Just as you warmed me with your presence
When we talked and shared,
When we loved and all.

i wish there were less emphasis
on a number on a page
that assumes our relative weight
our achievements and our fate
a mark on a page
is nothing of a gage
i burn it in my contempt
for society's dystopian, theatrical, sadistical decay