we sat in empty parking lots
and watched the ferris wheel
talking about how
we were once
on top of the world

and now at the bottom

exiting the ride
but still syncing
our heartbeats
to the neon lights

I tried to
pull all of

the sunshine

out of the sky
and all of

the water

out of the ocean
to pour into your veins

so that it may
get the blood

of our memories
flowing back into
the roots

of your heart
in hopes
that it could

bring the dead parts
of our petals

back to life

There's subtle, eerie beauty in letting go,
allowing your creation to fly freely
to meet the audience, live its life just so—
it waited to escape your grasp so keenly.
What others feel about it you can't control.
Your inspiration, the readers will ignore
so to get scared, to react with their own feelings.
It's brought into existence—you played your role.
Don't be afraid, it's strong to break through ceilings.

I carry a foldable chair wherever I go...
I found everything around me inspires poetry...
And the chair is not because I get tired...
No, it is just that I love life...
And everything around me...
And I lose my breath just by admiring my surroundings...
So if you see someone in a park...
With a pencil in hand...
A piece of paper...
Seated on a foldable chair...
And looking at the world as if it was the first time he is seeing it...
That is me...
Trying to describe the world through verses and sonnets...

The world goes on around me
disconnected
I watch as I'm unnoticed
neglected
A glance; I don't recognize me
reflected
My struggles they go
undetected
I'm working on being
connected
It can be hard when you aren't
accepted
It can be hard when you had to be
disconnected
It's the only way to survive I know
Dissociated

The doctor knows his medicine

but the heart he can't heal

life is hardly about reason

infinitely more about how to feel.