You took my heart As you were meant to, This pain is but a mild one My heart is now yours Yours to keep I never needed it. Wherever you go Please take care, These thoughts are yours Yours to keep Yours to always remember If you wish Please find me once again. In your…

The meeting starts, conversation flows When suddenly! I hear a cry Turning my head, I look down Two big black eyes and pinned-back ears Waiting Patiently! With eyes as wide as Puss in Boots She lets out another cry You cannot dispute Pushing back my chair She jumps right up Now she’s a member, too!…

I think of you as the wind rattles bare branches And snow crunches under my heels Each of my breaths are little deaths When an animal speaks, it is an owl, hooting Or coyotes howling While I exhale my expectations and joy Thinking of you is like tasting something burnt Or biting a lemon Like…

(Written in response to Andrew Marvell’s poem, To His Coy Mistress.) Though we may be lacking time Oh, bold lover, we’ve not yet reached our prime. If we lay down now in a pleasant embrace, Then you might vanish without a trace; Swept up by a current to find other rubies, Leaving me crying into…

Who will remember me when I’m gone? Who will tell my mother to be strong? Who will wail for me a funeral dirge, When my life has taken its ultimate stage? Who will it pain most upon the news of my passing? Who will mourn for me like a pharisee fasting? Who will look me…

28 years, losing sleep Being stuck in an abandoned box. Growing roots underneath Collecting dust Getting drowned by spiderwebs each night. Trying to breathe, But feeling stuck in my own skin I Don’t fit in my clothes, Except for a black sheep suit I found in the cold Being paralyzed, By a movie of haunting…

The time has come, so we go I get in the car; it seems so cramped With all these bags. First, we cross So many bridges and so many buildings. All I see are lights shining so bright Of course, this is the city that never sleeps                                                     And like a flash, I didn’t…

He lived a chaotic childhood, A kind and troubled youth, His family misunderstood, This young one’s deep truth. From all the strife, He grew in life, And made a choice, To stay true to his voice, A wonder among many ordinaries, He soon came to the discovery, That he had a decision, To prove his…

If the hands of time could revolve, I would journey back to those days, When I felt nothing of the world, To those days when I smiled with my heart, And not because I wanted to impress the world. I would journey back to those days, When my innocence was an event of, Jocund bliss…

what are webut a light encased in stardust skinthat gives a heartbeat towhat hands create in pleasure? behind the curtainwith wire cutters and cashthe great wizard and doctor workto assemble a circuit board of thoughta mega brainthat consumes what is not consentedan artist’s brusheclipsed by thousands of megapixelsa healer’s handscut clean off by the edge…