The Addiction.

So many times, every timeIt happens the same way.Small talk ensues,Grows quickly intoA full fledged exchange —Of thoughts,Ideas,Memories,Fantasies. And then the sunTouches the western horizon,It's time to head backTo your respective homes,It's time to hang up the call. Being addicted to conversationsIt is like a gambling hobby.You'll often find players,But seldom oneWho's willing to go …

Dawn Forsaken

My mind tours among the hidden stars,Jumping light-years between themIn a matter of glimpses.I notice I'm moving too fast,Not stopping to linger and praise their glowNo desire to soak in their warmthNo impulse to fantasize how far their light goes They are the same stars,Who used mesmerize us all night,As we lay beneath them, on …

The next sunrise.

Exasperated voices groan in agony,From withing cracked hollow walls.Once they used to scream vehemently, And they were hushed behind doors.Once they used to fight with fervorAnd were crushed by fateful blows. Their groans reverb in corridors today,Empty, save for the fetid forlorn air.Only questions remain, despondent,As the bleak night becomes bleaker yet."Does this anguish not …

Vines

Constricting tight from all around,Like vines that feed upon you,And choke you at the same time, Vines,That grow on you, depend on you,For support, for the chance toReach a little closer to the sun.And yet, as time flies along, Sunlight is what they block outFrom reaching within you! Slowly but surely, as you run outOf …

The Guardian Angel

Maybe I'm drunk, walking tipsy,On a dark, city street.Maybe the rain is pouring,Blinding me as it creates puddles,A whole new world beneath my feet. And maybe I'm trying to crossAn intersection somewhereThe traffic busy, countdown runningTelling me, it's your only chance. And maybe I'm scaredTo cross over to the other side aloneWishing, just wishing for …

The Water Spirit

She sits unmoving, her cheeks aglow,The final ambers of sun caught in her eyesJust as the lake shimmers before her,Her soul longs for another moonrise. She stares and stares at the mute water,As if on its face, something is amiss,Little does she realize within her,That she’s the one drowning in abyss. She returns often, sits …