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Sadness isn’t always obvious. Sometimes it shows up quietly, more like a fading feeling than something sharp. It can feel heavy, or just kind of hollow, like there’s a gap where something used to be, even if you can’t quite explain it. It has a way of making you slow down and pay attention. To what hurts, to what’s missing, or to things that...

I keep a spine that bends toward fairness, and every time I straighten it, the doorway shrinks. "your disrespect borders apathy" dictations of trouble scribbled into me. In truth, I notice the weight placed on backs already tired, the hours that leak past daylight, the pay that never learns to grow. So I’m released again— another quiet box for...

The wind howls, madly Helping the waves crash onto a battered shore A place, familiar Names written in sand not there anymore The salt corrodes All it touches erased from memory And time dances on The cold has been my only company The veil has kept me From those who live above In houses warmed By flames of life and love How can I haunt Those...

Going into my garden this time of year is like seeing an aging friend. We used to talk of the future, now he speaks of the end. Strong, open arms that once hugged me grow more frail each visit it seems. He is wearing yellows and browns, I remember him in summery greens. Our words that seem business as usual are actually a long goodbye. I head...

An ocean's depth behind her eyes, yet soft, Devouring still, into the soul they pour. Each tender gaze doth raise my pulse aloft: Such beating as the ancient drums of war. Of mind divergent, wonders do abound, Life's codes and patterns as strange as nature knits, And on no spectrum is a label found, As she beyond all category sits. Does she see art...

Delicate muse with the knowing smile Please share precious moments with me for a while Would you tell me your name or perhaps even more While I fall in love deeply, forever, for sure Loveliest lady with rose-petal skin Could you open your heart and let this fool in I knew from a distance where my heart belongs To the delicate muse who inspires all...

FOR YOU Tell me what a star is If it's just a mangled mess of exploded ashes that somehow someway turned into magic I want to be that too for you I want to make your dreams come true Cuz there's nothing I wouldn't do To trace each scar with outlined hearts show you how all your flaws are art And that your flame is hissing like The fiercest snake...