#poetry

The Echoes of Eternity Every soul Turns into a prism As their light Strikes my diamond eyes You're just a color scheme Disguising this fantasy The pixels can only cover so much There are holes in everything I float around As if my soul were free I'll dance To the rhythm of eternity I'll be…

Things are supposed to move forward but somehow I'm going backwards. yesterday i turned 15 but my shoes are starting to feel tighter, outgrowing my memories and dreams. I'm losing myself in between what is and what could be. Wishing for a new day, and when that day comes I'll stand quiet wishing ...

i am turning twenty in nineteen days and every day i am reminded of what a strange and wonderful and frightening thing it is to be here, and alive, and have the entirety of my life ahead of me - to have nothing, to want everything, the perhaps lightness of being without a tether to…

Stream of consciousness... from last night. Recorded from a voice message, transcribed. **** This is my idea for writing, art, expression, something I don't know, but I'm driving in my car. I've just left the Joker, and it was an okay movie. It was a musical. It was a dark musical. I was really b...

  A wise man once said, That he had no head Just a point in space Where sights and sounds coelesce Acquaintance to no one This smiling shaman reassured disorientation; decentralized, mirrored, egoity Anxiety from a sense of self? Desire not envied wealth A wish best left not granted; gentle,...

Pottery Mockery Stalkery   Your obsession has consumed me and my depression has suppressed me If only you can see what I see So, you can let me go

Nine. Nine. Nine. Nine. My favorite number is number nine. But in this case nine equals time And if nine is time then what has happened with mine?   If time is nine And in that time of nine mine was alive What would my nine alive provide?   Mine, provide? More like collide. Or…

But your words are carved in my memory It’s not as if I had a choice My friend from the past century I never heard your voice … Poems for the hearts of your lost ones A craft to hide away the tears Who did you become this lifetime The summation of these passed years…

Chipped and faded paint -Two shades of taupe Do our echoes interlope? Family of four -This was no tenement Children’s names in dried cement Fossils left in the grey -A handprint and a shoe Memories of mine and others of you Mountain view included -Aspirations: beautifully simple After demolition ...