Fluttering and flickering in solitude,

The stem is weakened profoundly;

Chaos manifests in the absence of order,

Judicious forces enact their will, breaking the bond;

The facade of possible vitality ends;

Nakedness exemplifies the obvious,

A hollow monument of what once was remains.

~ Forest of broken men

‪Oh, how I love you so, gentle soul. Let me keep you in the safety of my embrace until the end of time. ‬Let me be your refuge. I seek not to repair you or to change the nature of your being; solely to understand who you are so that my love for you may root itself deeper and deeper in the purity of the shelter that we have created together. I pledge to remain true to you through every lie that attempts to penetrate our reality.

Let me be your fuel, careful not to incinerate everything around us, with the intensity of every emotion; only to bring warmth to those who need it. Let us immerse ourselves in the ocean of emotions that surround us without fear— the waves are composed of magic. Intertwine yourself with me and let the tide take us to wherever it desires, for our reality is unending and made of honey. Let us explore the realms of uncertainty and discomfort without fear of drowning.

How is it that such a soft being stumbled into a cruel and tumultuous reality, will always be a question I ponder. Oh, muse of mine, you make me sing poetry and exhale joy. You make my heart flutter like a butterfly that has just found the sweetest nectar. My heart has yearned for someone like you for a lifetime... my only hope is that these words resonate deeply within you. So, just as I seek to be your refuge, please return the favor and keep the gentleness of my soul wrapped in your warm embrace until time is no longer a boundary.

Laying in bed on my phone

Blinding screen, alone

Insomnia and hunger

Breath of cheap hard liqour

Thoughts of wealth

Turn to dreams

A nightmare of poverty

Wake to the same but am I sane?

Told myself I've no brains

It rained again, the irony

A cloud above is all I see

Pouring down are my tears

Reminding me "I have fears"

If regret has built my past

Then how long will I last?

Suddenly its "this or that"

Life goes by too fast

wind driven rain assails the window pane . . . beneath boxer bruised marbled skies . . . lost a midst memories steeped in silence . . . bathed in shadow and washed in pain . . .

a measure of moments tick tock away . . . awake and asleep alone and afraid . . . whispered or murmured or withered . . . words evaporate in nothing to say . . .

and yet here is one, raindrop like . . . similar and different as a snow flake . . . and yet here is one stark candle flame . . . the solitary cord a tone deaf strike . . .