End Road

deprivation
depression's muse
minds who wander
thoughts of thunder
cold and ruff
nightmares pondered
weak
bleak
time alone
hearts stone
black light
this night
black light
gone is here
have no fear

Winter Trees

The wet dawn inks are doing their blue dissolve.
On their blotter of fog the trees
Seem a botanical drawing.
Memories growing, ring on ring,
A series of weddings.

Knowing neither abortions nor bitchery,
Truer than women,
They seed so effortlessly!
Tasting the winds, that are footless,
Waist-deep in history.

Full of wings, otherworldliness.
In this, they are Ledas.
O mother of leaves and sweetness
Who are these pietas?
The shadows of ringdoves chanting, but chasing nothing.

Sylvia Plath

what will you do when curtains fall?

perfection

Au Demain

what is it for?
is it what you want?
your miseries taunt.
your head is filled.
your ideas killed.
where do you go?

look up.
your desires.
your thoughts on fire.
your head is filled.
your ideas revealed.
where do you go?

look north.
challenges aside.
motivation on high.
your head is filled.
your ideas still.
this is what you want.

change

sucked back into the bubble
i don't want to go
expectations seem low
distant memories and greater thoughts
a change in order to make it stop
new begginings and faster endings

self realization is the manifestation of the soul.

I'm not living my life for you.

happiness and bliss

my father told me today that i have never done anything on my own
i cried then and felt alone
thinking to myself about all the things i have done and why
happiness came across my thoughtless sky
i pondered about what makes me happy and what i have done
struggled, lied, cried, loved, screamed, breathed, died
all to be happy because happiness is something i will always need
to be sane and to breath
to make decisions and feed my thoughts
fuel my actions and win my foughts
i then thought about what my actions have been
some have been great and some have been sins
have i really done anything on my own
the question i will need to grow