We set the room on fire,
Slow dancing in its flames.
The sparks that set it ablaze -
Softly whispering each other's names.

I wonder, now, what was more scandalous,
To those looking on wordlessly -
The way I was looking at her,
Or the way she was looking at me.

not great things from Up Above
just little things done with great love

a haiku, a flower, a whisper kiss
a minute, an hour, a word-resist

visiting a friend from long ago
sending a poem so at least she’ll know

throwing the ball on the misty beach
origami that dragons reach

a little meal shared with friends
a bow good-bye before The End.

I can't snap out, No! not right now
I can't pick myself off of the ground
The harder I try, The weaker I grow
The higher I get , The louder the sounds

It seems hard to understand
what is real and what is not
I feel my feet sink into the sand
pulling me in to slowly rot

Tried keeping away but kept loosing my mind
The visions are haunting,  They're turning me blind
finding more problems when looking for solutions
Thinking I am happy is  just another Illusion