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”
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”
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.
This is a poem inspired by Wallace Stevens, submitted for a contest in AllPoetry.
After more trouble sleeping I decided to write a poem on it, on what was keeping me from it.
When you need to shout in anger, you better make yourself heard, otherwise the anger will just ask for more.
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.
When it haunts you, it’s better to face it than run away