Oh, hearts so close, yet worlds apart,
Thoughts whispered softly, a work of art.
Differing views, like stars that shine,
Each soul unique, a treasure mine.

To share my thoughts, a leap of faith,
A vulnerable soul, in nature's wraith.
Your words so casual, yet meanings deep,
A hidden sorrow, a silent weep.

I filter words, with care and grace,
To mend the world, and find my place.
Yet minds may differ, like distant shores,
Each soul a mystery, forevermore.

A frequency gap, a silent plea,
To connect with hearts, wild and free.
Beneath the surface, a hidden strife,
Are we as saintly as we claim our life?

there's a little room
with a round door
in the back of my heart
with a view of the ocean
it's here where i find myself
forgiving everyone and everything

the floorboards are worn smooth
from all my returning
i pass through corridors
where conversations
circle like trapped birds

but here, in this back room
there is only morning light
on bare wood, and a single chair
where i sit and watch waves
erase themselves over and over

sometimes i stay until sunset
when the water turns to copper
i know i'll leave again
dissolving into the sweet
clutter of being human,
my heart a crowded kitchen

but the door stays there
round like a full moon
waiting, and the waves
keep writing their one word
over and over: return

My mind is a
scrapbook of
tattered
memories and
ghosts that waltz to
sullen Cohen
songs in my heart.

Sometimes
it hurts
like a
rotten tooth.
I have a foul and
electric
taste in my mouth.
A metallic bitterness.
There’s a febrile and
pale stranger in the
mirror that cowers
back at me.
Tears, like candle wax.

I used to
try and drink the
pain away.
Chase worldly
pursuits, like a
dog at the track
after that mechanical
rabbit.

As I get older,
I try to practice
wisdom.
I got off that
dirt road to
damnation Island.
We are in this
carnival of ****
together.
I seek a higher love
and try to ease another's
aching,
a pursuit worthwhile.

Because the world is round
the wind is high
And the sky is blue
I cry

A soaked sunken pillow
A floating empty head
And the usual sleepless night
Another unproductive day behind.
An overreacting heart
An uncontrollable mind
And a pair of guilty eyes.
All i own at this moment.

All those times i didn't raise my hand
And the times the words never came out.
All those times i was tested in life
And how the mind went blank every time.
All the nerves around my eyes
And all the tears it let go.
All parts of me burning
All for that unreachable peace.

A lot of regret filled scenarios
Along with a head full of fictional people
And a whole lot of futile thoughts.
All taking me a step away from
A silent and content mind frame.
Although, in spite of all this
All i yearn for is
A dream i wont regret in the morning.