The library

bouts burst and scatter

breaking into silence

Time stopped that day

Yet time passed.

Your foolish pedestal you place

Yourself onto and face

Haha.

Uhm.

Fat droplets splatter

On the black nylon fabric

To define something unfamiliar you ponder

On the minute details day to day.

A

Quiet

I gaze upon this dreary, wretched night,

Head bowed in quiet thought of something new.

Hush of breath

Steams into frost.

Where has the wind

Carried you off,

The night is silent

Only pattering

Tides come and go

Obeying laws of the world

Sometime along the way

One second I was fine

What to do with thoughts so pervasive

they invade every cell

Summer heat sinks into my skin

the lights crawling through pavement

Happy 15th anniversary of living

Although many might have said this before me

Persistent tinkles

sound with every motion

The past weeks have flown by

In a flash

There's wet splatters on the windowsill

The windshield's streaked with rivers

Whatever’s your name

I've questioned since I was little

Hush.

It’s quiet.

Cloudy blue from

Passing rain.

To open the lid

Of a steaming tea.

Tell me night sky

Where do lost souls go?

Late nights spent long ago

seem distant yet so close

September feels like summer

The fall leaves yet to arrive

So sweet it

brightens your day

Finely spun

Gold threads weave

When I was young

My mother told me

The first day of April

Marks a shift

No one talks of the war waged out back,

When the sun and the moon rise upon the draped blue sky

Shh, don't be afraid

The warm moonlight's here to stay

I flutter down the steps

Of the grandiose hall,

The light highlights you

Your aura emits from you

Blundering through the next bell chime

As life seems to pause before my eyes

Flitting blue races past

The jaded leaves which brought me back

On a night

rarer than tanzanite

Whispers dancing past

Teasing hems and skin exposed

Shimmering gleaming chandelier hangs

Rich, deep the chinese chorister sang

You lost your trail

by the trickling riverside.

A drowsy hint of lotus leaves

Wakes the dragonflies from their sleep

Even tiny grains

That cling stubbornly to you

Rain Rain come this way

Flow into the english channel

Glaring sun upon

Dull red fibers that shimmer

They ask me why,

They don't say,

1 Once.

3 There were drops

A small critter

Climbs its way up,

Fragrance of the skies

Swirling above the heavens

Time after time when

Day after day passed.

If one were to live in a world without logic,

Would the emotions overflow?

I am the tears of the heavens,

That pour forth in their

The eyes,

They watch.

Do you know the pain,

The misery

Pale clouds swirl just out

the misting windows.

My cheeks flushed,

Into the color of a ballet rose.

Dust floats through the air

Through the sunlit beams,

The shape of a crescent

shines upon the shimmering shores.

I stared at the words on the page

And the words stared back at me.

Winter had never been so bleak with

Icy darkness obscuring my vision.

The sky twinkled pink,

On a freezing cold night.

Shining stars do tell,

Will you grant my wish as well?

Towering branches

Old as time

A seagull's shrill cry

A wave's thunderous crash

Rolling fog blankets,

The misty mountain hills

Submerge yourself.

A splendid journey

The sweetest grapes,

Concocted into a brew.

Not a second goes by

Without me thinking,

Still, silent

Dreary, cold

A thin veil of white

Distant rumbles quake

The roar of the sea

Howls and calls to my soul

A piercing glow over

The horizon's dusky sky.

Winding roads under

Starry windswept nights

Sometimes gently

Sometimes rough,

[FT. Sam I Am (Skylor Jin)]

The past shaped you,

The sun emerges from the ground

I lift my head in silent greeting

The dials of the universe

Are spinning, around and around

A dripping fern canopy

Along a muddy rooted path,

Wisps of white

Patches up the sky

In honor of Noah, Allison

They're saying that it's OK,

A harsh line calls from

A distant horizon.

Teal waters

Foam and froth

With the morning dew,

And rising sun,

Tracks colored a baked sienna

Taints my sneakers red.

Step by step

Drop after drop

I sit,

By your firelight.

Cold,

Glaring under the rays

The strike of a silver bullet

Panics you into alarm.

Like spring rain which

Overflows the streams

To prance about yelling

to the crowd,

Heading deeper into the tracks

Feeling time tick slowly past

Darkness sits and waits,

For Light to pierce through its veil

Within a jumbled,

Wrecked,

Summer skies yield to

winter ways.

There once was a time,

A time before time

Inked inside the

White, white sheets,

In that moment,

With the cold wind

Wind whirls across the street,

While leaves clatter with it.

A sweet sip of Kakigori tea,

To lounge on sand-crusted sheets.

I believe in loyalty and logic.

I believe in a fresh blank piece of paper,

Release the light,

And embrace the darkness

Some bonds run deeper

than one can imagine.

At some point,

You board the train.

It's a lawn party,

With aromas floating around.

Distant rumbles beneath

The sky.

The salty taste of egg yolk,

The burning of the tongue,

Vines,

Growing sprouting

I stir at the loosening dirt around me

Who am I?

Each fin dappled bright,

With patches of dots

Not unlike those in a drought,

I have learned to go without,

Tell me compass,

To where must I go?

Tidal waters shift.

One moment rising high,

A single hand on the windowsill,

A pair of eyes gazing out

A ringing sound fills your ears, surprising you

You groan and hit 'Decline'

Wings

Glinting

A dried chamomile is withered.

Its life force withered out.

It's that moment,

When you stride onto the stage

A cheery fruit of

Yellow bloom,

Like a stream that

Burbles with joy.

Under that one willow tree

Where we did meet,

In the darkened ocean rule,

A demon with anger fuel.

I cup a steaming mug,

With holiday snowmen smiling.

Chats on weekends

And

My mind is still yet crying out,

To the hours lost last night.

The shadows cannot touch

The rolling fog

Maybe it's the gods who

Broke my mind

Marshmallow war

Arguments rise

Like a honey locust tree,

Which settles its roots deep,

There's a neon wasp

On the windowsill.

Little little fox gloves-

Fuzzy fuzzy warm.

There's a little chance,

A little chance

Soaring high yet

Dormant still.

Heat enveloped

Cursed touch

On a temperate peninsula

Stood the 38th castle

Shining rays

Cold and clear

Cold bare branches,

Snow filled streets.

A cold wind blows through the streets

Hats fly

People are people, so I am a person.

People are humans, so I am a human.