we only take what we can
and return where we started
like ants stealing our sweets,
we consume the marrow
of this earth

we come back for more
in the hopes to acquire
the sweetness we worked hard for
often times, we are stopped,
mid-track, holding on to sweetness
or to nothing at all—

leaving behind what we have
or who we are, as the sweets
that people behind us
would stumble upon.

you pull out
flowers like
they’re weeds
and they die
on your release

while i thrive
on stale air
waiting, where
you left me—
                hanging.

salt—
from my eyes
to the ravaging sea
to the endless ocean
to depths unseen
salt—
subtle, raw, fulfilling
in pain, in tears, in suffering.

it’s an unspoken rule
in a society that thrives
with as many people throughout
the whole color spectrum

Hail Mary full of grace
this is the start of your darkest days
the Lord is with you
the shadow within is waiting too
blessed are you among women
look at the pale faces of the passed brethren
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb Jesus
foreshadowing won’t help your crumbling aegis

Holy Mary Mother of God
miracles aren’t in multitudes of cod
Pray for us sinners
and for everlasting winters
Now and at the hour of our death
long until your final breath
Amen.*
in suffering, there is no end.

seeing you again, all smiles
in out old spot over a cup of coffee
i couldn't help but reminisce how we used
to be, and how we went from strangers, to friends,
to almost lovers in the same spot we're in. but love was
something that was never fated for us. but i love you. and as
i look over my cup of hot coco, it swirls in rhythm with my thoughts.
oh, the bittersweet goodness is what i've always loved. as it swirls slower and
slower, our talk approaches its inevitable end. i wished it never did. i didn't finish my
cup, thinking that you wouldn't leave if i didn't. i guess goodbye is still bitter, even it it's bittersweet.

once for coming out
of their mother's womb
for words can never suffice
a breath instead of a tomb

twice for the first scrape
on a limp knee
because the first steps
are always the hardest

thrice for a love
unknowingly lost
where the chances all used
makes life a big loss

men cry thrice
the third being the longest
where tears are unseen
because broken hearts
cannot shed memories
of love lost in sudden.