Pouring Colors.

A thought comes to me,Full circle from the days,When scribbling was not a necessity. When layers upon layersOf bright colors, swirled in my mind,Like bubbles racing to the surface.When streaks of emotions,Seemed to not flow away,By a simple tilt of relentless fate.When all I had to lose,Were people unworthy,Destined to let go of me anyway. …

Watching You From a Memory.

Watching you, I keep watching you Watching, as you drift closer,Like some tide that rises slow,Bringing in the treasures of the sea.A magical mermaid of the abyss. Watching, as you linger for momentsOn the golden glistening sand,Made of slipped and shattered time,Over the millennia you’ve been gone. Watching, as you meddle at the shoreShaping and …

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 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 …

Obliviate

Desires clash savagely in a wordless ruck,Where oblivion is born from trying too hardDead pillars of darkness muffle their ferocityAnd the murky swamp slips away from below Is it even worth, to keep fighting yourself,When all it does is shake the dead lying underWhen dreams turn to impossible fantasies,And fathoming the knot tightens it further. …