A gloomy soul for an unnamed vessel,
A decaying mind with the will to wrestle fate,
Aimlessly walking beyond the scene,
Forgotten or discarded by anyone they've seen,
Just the painful memories, coming from the treacheries,
A sip of hot chokolate makes them think,
Why am I to enjoy this drink,
It doesn't matter, it will never be,
With such determination they must flee,
To a happy place without even dreams,
To an unknown darkness and where it streams,
Not giving up, their will becomes stronger,
Not even accepting this any longer,
Yet, one cannot chose who they are in this world,
Burning my tongue I softly smile,
It's a beautiful day outside.

~ Umi

I feel the wind at my back
As I run through the salt flats,
A marvelous journey
through a desert land,
the crunch of my shoes
against the hard surface
not what you would expect,
more than sand,
encrusted salt built long ago
layer upon layer
protecting what?
I do not know

But yet I keep running
Through this beauty
Holding my eyes steady,
My pace strong,
Waiting for something
To stir the desert song.
The sky above
A blistered blue,
The clouds collide
To a heaven true


Never would I have thought,
Never, would I have wondered
To run on this land,
This serene tundra
Where the sky meets the mountains
In a thunderous rumble
And where the winds roam free
With nothing to stop them.

With no make on and eye lash hangin’
Pumping on E. bassy travelling the subway
Friday jumps on you, with expectation galore: Drink, gloat, sitting on-
Refurbished old rustic sofas on the far end of the bar.

Would your TGIF be a spent screaming over the music?
To make yourself heard with sweaty drunk happy hearts grinding?
Or would it be a cosy comforter holding you tight-
While you binge on anything scrolled now since the dragons flew?

Measuring ourselves to our own scales is-
Scary, if mildly put; social beings we are, to be, is a need-
But contentment may lie in unexpected unsocial moments sometime then-
As the years grey by, clear becomes the crystal, ever much so.

Random thoughts of a wandering mind;
Smother not, caress quietly- tune into some AI’d playlist;
Put on that conversation repellent, we all call earphones
And glow warmly in your sweet company, for it is TGI’my’F.

The calendar days crossed themselves off,
one by one,
and the hands of the clock
ticked, ticked faster.
I did not know what I wanted,
but  I knew I wouldn't have enough time
to figure it out.

The ice melts,slowly
The seasons change.
If I could meet you
For the very first time
All over again,
I wouldn't take your pen
We would never fight again.

Stand beside me in this river
Of common history
And conflicting ideas
I can't live without you
But somedays I do.
I've pushed you to the edge
But you refuse to drown
You hold on to me
And I hold on to the you
That used to be.

We're vapours and smaug
I can't see you anymore
I drift away in silent grace
In the cold comfort
Of an impending goodbye
Your hand softens around
The blue veins on the inside
Of my wrist and I come undone
I can't tell tears from rain
And you can't tell me from the winds.
I drift away in the lackadaisical sky
Of all the ugly things I chose to see
And all the ways a person can be
Just water under the bridge.

Now that I've seen your flaws
It's only fair that I don't see
More.