“I’m writing this somewhere secret, and green, and  beautiful..

Sparkling water and intoxicating seclusion
That I should be drinking in with relief.

But all I can think of is how badly I wish you were here with me to share in this solitude.

We could wander for hours amongst blossoming weeds, and forget what happened that left us bereft”

Stoical heart yet the urge to cry
Unable to shead a tear,
'Cause the biggest fear to open up and try
Made me to drown myself in my own state of anxiety.
Did the broken soul find a hug?
Not a single person cared to bug.
I am not what has happened to me
Bounded by fate or dejection
Choices and rejection
Part and parcel of life.
I am what I chose to be.
I'll break and I'll fall
I'll rise and fly
Till I find my wings soared high.

My eyes skim only the surface of a beauty run deep

This world an oasis that I am dying of thirst to perceive

The sun rises only moments before the stars arrive to take over its shift

It is an exchange like no other  

The lives of billions rest on the hope they will never abandon this kinship

If the world all at once took in a deep breath

What would be left?

Well I would gift my air to the trees

And the birds that stood patiently beneath

They are more of this world than I

And far more deserving

While the rest of the world turned blue

From holding within the sky and the moon

I would have already released the truth

That it is the tree that remains once we have all passed


Therefore it is the tree I can trust to create beauty that lasts

Deep within the darkness
I lay staring at the sky
With nothing but emptiness
And of defeaning silence's cry

Into these hollow walls, I stay
Awake from the unending nights
From the quiet tavern, I pray
For my soul to take flight

The birds I've heard years ago
To the sunrise that casts at dawn
Here I am away from the echo
Of the living; I'm left all alone

This is my cave, my home
For years I waited on a throne
With nothing else, from sight
Just my darkness, my only light

Solitude is the strength of separation.
The separation of self, from others, from all.
Within the crowds and between loneliness,
Solitude is power personified.

Solitude walks the streets in indifference,
Passerby’s smile or stare, no care.
The vacuum of isolation’s stronghold,
Breathes confidence, exhales ticking time.

Solitude is the mask of many,
And the face of few.

Solitude is the liar’s crutch,
And the King’s crown.

Be wary of Solitude, its power is profound.

Do butterflies scream when they burn on the lamp?
My thoughts are hurting in this clamp
That is my mind.
So many of them left behind.
My mind has gone south for the winter.
Mandalas made of cat skins haunt my slumber
So many nights I've lost
It's not a number.
I'm a ghost
Of what I almost was.
Our memories are made of smoke
That I've inhaled so much, I'll choke.
Please put the furniture back the way it was.
When the alcohol drowns my thoughts
I won't be afraid of the dark anymore.
Please turn off the lights before you leave,
I can't stand the butterflies screaming.