One Last Leaf
Fall;
the most ravishing season of all time,
how mischievously she often knocks on the door.
For the man who dreamed of tan over his body,
she gives the best dressing,
maybe over his wounds.
As the dim green blood drains from my body,
I see blood clots all over, freezing my...
Grow Up Already
Grow up already,a simple phrase that we get lost in.we are told all too oftenthat’s childish, that’s foolishbut that idea is really quite twisted.
We are holding on,on to our vanishing youth something we will take for granted.
Once we grow up we will want it...
Reflections
Howdo you see you?Howdo you see me?Yourreflection is still the same person, butdo you see it as such?
Thereflection of your judgement,thoughts,feelings, actions,howdo you perceive these things? Doesit make you a different person?
Whatdo you like, what do you hate?Youare the same person in every version.Everyreflection...
Dear Heart
Dear Heart,I’m sorry for wearing you on my sleeve,and giving you away, as if you werebut a stone that held me down.You are a compass,a compass with a lost sense of direction.A compass which only points meto the closest point of comfort,A compass which...
Dear Lungs
Dear Lungs,I’m sorry for being caught upin the endless search for numbness.I have forgotten that it was you, above all,that let the holy breath enter my soul.
I hope you remember the times,where balloons seemed to magically expand,as I whispered onto you,The smoke now drowns...