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i found you on a rock-shelf coast one bright spring day the thunderous waves so powerful and free i threw the ring as far out as i could and watched you disappear into the sea i found you walking through the trees one summer day delicious cool within the forest shade you touched my neck, my hot skin sudden chill and goosebumps, in that...

The Joker’s divinity is laughter; his faith keeps him alive, it is his water and his bread. Among the colors he wears red would stand out, were he not so skilled at hiding his own hell. He laughs at others’ hearts, offers roses of sarcasm and knives of tenderness to lovers who kiss against the doors of his night. The Joker mocks those who throw...

Illumoria: "The realization that every person has hidden parts of themselves, a light they rarely share" (definition from urban dictionary). there she is across the room her head in the book she is reading she looks up ever so often to stare out the window and he stands there surrounded with people secretly glancing at her wondering about...

I don’t know how To be in love How far does one have to fall? I’ve not exercised That muscle It’s barely moved at all I’ve had an inkling Or two But never reciprocated And I now feel I’m too late To try participating

It is an incredibly beautiful world. Some people choose to add to it, While it eats at others so much, They lash out in a storm of ruin. Imagine that we could consume it- To place the beauty of life inside, To digest it for a time eternal... But it merely dances on the senses. See, humanity is a push-pull train, Where our looming death is the...

I encountered you in another kingdom. I discovered the truth, in which return you could not believe. Step by step, our words intertwined—too common to turn into stone. Fingerprints converged inexorably— the miracle was painfully far. I do not reckon with prayers— everything once foreign suddenly became very near. I rose, my heart fled in...

On a woodland hike deep in the trees He saw a woman down on her knees He offered his help, asked if she’s alright, Kneeling in the soft evening light She was helping a bird, fallen from its nest She held the bird close to her chest Cradling it’s wing stood up slow “I have to get this bird home” He carried her bag and matched her pace Noticing how...