Wield your words like running streams,
To conjure truth from fractured dreams.
Let language bend, let silence speak,
With power tender, fierce, and sleek.

Trace the edges of what's unsaid,
Where longing lingers, soft or red.
Let vowels tremble, consonants bite,
Unmasking shame in morning light.

Speak in spirals, chant in flame,
Name the ache that has no name.
Your verses ripple, raw and wide,
A tide of pride we will not hide.

So wield your words, your sacred art,
To mend the cracks in every heart.
Let rhythm rise, let meaning swell,
And cast your spell where silence fell.

a universe that contemplates its secrets
answers on a postcard
postage paid
humanoid thinking only
in an expanding cosmos
no traces of alien life forms
they sure did cover their tracks
went through the secret door
here on Earth called death.

i went thrifting the other day
i found this cute sweater
it looked familiar
but i bought it anyway
i knew i’d seen it before
maybe in a store or on someone i know
but i put it on td
and i got a whiff of it
and then i knew
it was her’s
the girl he left me for
which is why it looks so familiar
she’s worn it before
that’s why it smells like him
i shouldn’t care tho
it’s just a stupid sweater