Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Nyctophilia

he is made up of words that not everyone can understand. 

feels like he was made not to be understood. 

his mind is a dictionary of sadness and heartache, 
his heart is a poem for the hopeless. 

it takes a while to understand him, still 
he is the prettiest song, 
a perfect sonnet, 
the most meaningful haiku 
and the longest novel. 

Friday, October 9, 2015

Lost spaces and time

Upon the moon I fixed my eyes,
In one of those sweet dreams I slept.

Racy visions play 
in my head like
roll on a film.

As a weed beneath the ocean, 

As a pool beneath a tree, 

All the while my eyes I kept on that descending moon.



So my spirit swift; feeling like a starving artist struggling to find 
that roller coaster feeling. 

It's like being in vast expanses of nature, and I'm still not able to breathe.

As a star in the sky on a dark summer night,
Set fire to my mind.
Relentless like the tides of the moon.
These moments are restless,
Racing from the past
Tumbling into the future.

So I reached out for a vivid dream, 
Being sucked into a vortex of whirling cosmic space dust.
Now the skies are telling me nothing. 
Still restless, never ending.