Works

These are my works. You find mostly poetry, or some semblance, here.

(Updates on Saturdays at approximately sometime before midnight)

Haiku, Tanka

A forsaken leaf Wading underneath the stream Meandering still The ghost of the rain Speaks to the cloud, from the mud Missing her dearly Cloud and dust and mud travel down the riverbed settle down to sleep From the Author I. Love. Haiku. I. Love. Tanka. There’s something about 5-7-5 and 5-7-5-7-7 that just… feelsContinue reading “Haiku, Tanka”

Song of the Nomad

The nomad walked,Wings hailing to and from the north.He found a flower,A rose of unusual color birthing from the sand A sight fit for a king-No,an Adon.He knelt down and whispered into her ear“I too, am alone” The nomad then set up his tent-A circular abode.He sat always in arm’s reach of the rose.Longing alwaysContinue reading “Song of the Nomad”

My Hobby is Travel

You been waiting for a light breeze to take you somewhereA sail with no wind,The indoors don’t become you You grew weary and faintBut the treadmill took you to a moot destinationAnd now you’re left panting on the floor you long to be a sojournerMay your steps be light and your soul lighteryou’d chase theContinue reading “My Hobby is Travel”

Every Waking Moment

We all waitWhile the sun lists under the horizonTo the pain of not being wholeWe drink many remediesLaced with alcohol We procrastinateInstead of walking and talkingAnd sitting with ourselvesWe bleed in tributeTo the mirror in our pocket We don’t prayBut we hurl our opinions into the void And with a thousand little cutsWe sever ourselvesFromContinue reading “Every Waking Moment”

Enoch

I am a crystalline blueResting on the emerald glow I eb and flow in radial currentsNo one knows where I beginI have no waterfallsAnd at the edge of yourself you will always find me Underneath me is a limitless skyAnd above me roams the cosmos The seafarer dipped his cupped hand in my shoresA microcosmContinue reading “Enoch”

Rest

It aint hard To sit pretty on the window sill Taking in breath Taking in the moment Listening to rhythmic music And the cars passing by But America’s sworn enemy is quiet And wisdom her bane I struggle to find this moment To meet myself To meet my pain. The cat lies under a sunbeamContinue reading “Rest”

You Bite your Lip

You talk with your relative once a month. Write it down in your imaginary notebook: The advice, the lies, and the grievances. He says that the sky bleeds in the afternoon, And that the rich poison your bread With carbon dioxide. You bite your lip not for words unsaid, But because they’re chapped and youContinue reading “You Bite your Lip”

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