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”
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Last Car Ride’s Sleep
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”
Our Little Piece of Everything
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”
Unturned
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.
I Can Feel
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.
The Gifts of the Mind
This is a poem inspired by Wallace Stevens, submitted for a contest in AllPoetry.
Burning Insomniac
After more trouble sleeping I decided to write a poem on it, on what was keeping me from it.
Starved Anger
When you need to shout in anger, you better make yourself heard, otherwise the anger will just ask for more.
Sea Bottom
A look into the journey to the bottom of the ocean. I worked on this one for a poetry contest a while back but I didn’t end up sending it, so here it is.
Anxiety Hunting
When it haunts you, it’s better to face it than run away
