Unavailable Sitting wishing waiting what good can come from it all Upon the squeaky wooden chair Armrests ready to fall Blanking thinking at first That some slight change in the ceiling Would change this dreary sight And halt the laps of dreaming My eyes in stillness static As a swift sound surprised me And myContinue reading “Unavailable”
The furnace fired as the five o’ clock shadow Set foot on the hills’ crown Setting fire to the early winter skies Giving rise to the cold winds up high Out of caution, maybe fear But the warmth gave me safety Once the darkness starts to leak And the voices wake and speak Telling horrorContinue reading “Is tonight really worth it?”
Steady circles of leavesCarried by autumn windsLight of dusk showeringThe dancing fields of grassA blink indentingThe new chapter of the treesOrange turns to whiteAnd the leaves whitherLeaving space for deathTo carry the rest of winterTo gift with shine the timeOf births and bloomsWhen the bedsheets are turned overMelted by the sun and the soils’ newbornsSheContinue reading “Breath of Time”
Behind the prison of waves Where no clean shoes have set foot Amongst the antediluvian shipwrecks Amongst the rocky devouring maw The waves guarding the center Taking sanity as its toll For all just and honest, men, women, and others Darken their hearts with screams of agony Slowly soft eyes get filled with red vinesContinue reading “Never-Ending Stone”
Paranoia and pain creeping Like tumors growing with sickness Like hungry infections eating Mortality in timeliness In a second the ticking clock Can change the color of the sky The shy noon will soon leave in shock Once it hears the lonely dawn´s cry At eight o’clock that tranquil night Sounds of the buzzing streetContinue reading “Dinnertime Bell”
Fast-paced blinks become Tiny blankets to cover Days of nightmares Dark and scary routines All liting the road ahead All blue and black to shed The streetlights damped With the viscous mist Coming from the steaming pile Of lies littering my life The empty road Like a mattress store With cushions painted in code AllContinue reading “Last Car Ride’s Sleep”
Everything kinda sucksAt 4 am the night isn’t warmerHowever closer the sun is to the horizonOnly brighter street lights and tree stumpsEnough waiting for midnight to passAnd my legs feel numbColder than the air around themDrained from all desire to walk againThe ceiling could collapse this very secondBut my body would stay stillNo sense ofContinue reading “Circling Night”
The world is going to be okay Right now it really sucks The setting is changing People are angry Voices shouting and echoing A human reaction Us fighting against something Realizing something isn’t right And we want to make it right The world knows Our planet moves in unison She grows, she changes Next toContinue reading “Our Little Piece of Everything”
This is a poem from before COVID when we could sit at a park and try to guess the stories behind every bystander’s life.
It is 4am when I’m publishing this but I was woken up by this idea and I couldn’t get it out of my head. Let me know if you enjoyed it.