I write
poetry
to express
things
I couldn't
say
with my
mouth.

The chilling autumnal air
impedes  the peaceful trees
forcing them to dance
and sway In melancholy

It is already sunrise and
it’s time to say goodbye
for I do not want to be
mistaken for the moon,
living under the spotlight
of her beloved sun.

Where do the dreams go
when the dreamers
lose their sleep?

you ruined me and you didn’t even know it
because you didn’t even know my name
but it was your smile
it was the brightest smile
i have seen in awhile.
i’ve been in the dark lately
so when your face lit up the room
i became attached
like a moth
to a fire

a little sunshine
is never a small thing

that Sun, that daystar
we circle

is permanent distant night star
to all other galaxies.