On the mountain road,

the moon hops along with me --


valley to valley.

That man over there:

daddy, whom we love a lot --


is a bit crazy.

kites riding the eastern breeze
inner child hiding in the canopy of leaves
singing to the tune of the birds
lies being highlighted by the omnipresent sun
bring to light what you buried, sweeter than my metaphorical cherry
you cannot escape what you have done, you must remember the ones you have shunned
even if it's only to take note of, what not to do
even if it feels too much, I know you could
even if the world is too rushed, you know what to do
going down the wormhole, deep dive
my memories come in handy, high five
to save my sanity as I live life
getting my light underneath the full moon

The promethean draw of winter stars
new leaves bathed in twinkling lights
hung by the low-slung Moon
sweet, love-sick pearl
called by the Sea and unable to answer--
You roll the clouds in waves across the sky
cloaking yourself when it is too painful
for him to see
what he cannot hold.

Blue as an Ocean;

                          Under a light moon
                              Black nowadays;
                               as life is so cruel

                  The moon;

So timid-
whispers secrets;
Lives with all my
dreams and wishes


                        Unfortunate for me;
                          eyes heavy of tears
                                 All I do is stare;
                          looking up, in fears


                 An Ocean lost-
                        at Sea
             In the waves of life;
                       Waits on
             The tides to subside


                              My flow goes on;
                                         stays alive.

i'd rather get drunk
to the sound of your voice
but here i am
listening to music
on the midnight train home
all the good nights
and sleep tights
can't mask the ending
that began when we met

once upon a time
you were the moon to my stars
which is to say, you didn't know
how to shine without dimming me in the process

and yes, you sat me in your lap to feed me off your fork
but then, you always had a way of presenting scraps as
a reward

and presentation is everything, right?
no, you never truly left me bleeding
instead, my heart and mind were carefully extrapolated
blended together until they looked like the color of your eyes,
and gently poured back in place

how do you know which pieces go where?
how can I know without you?