Poetry

the hands tick, signaling the passage of time

sunlight reflects off bronze,

the copper mechanisms illuminated

the Timekeeper works,

ensuring everyone hears a 

A kingdom below, alive in the dark;

Illuminating a path to the light.

Children of the sea, swim beside the ark, 

O belovèd of the waves, and the night.

For the future of our world.

We need to be strong enough to stand up against those who wish to ruin it.

Say "We live here too."

"And even if it was just you here, it would still be wrong."

A garden framed in wood; our first meeting 

Place. The rhythm of our lives intertwined

Like copper wires in the universe’s long

Circuit of love. Now our garden sits dead, 

Chairs

straightbacked for posture perfection

in neat rows

arranged up each step of the staggered blue-carpeted levels

sneakers and boots rooted

to the tiled floor

gray speckled white

You lived in a tower all your life,

Not knowing you were trapped,

Unaware of the chains that were woven into your mind.

How they kept you shackled,

Out in the woods you think you know,

But can you really let it go?

You will not see me slipping through,

Ready to leave at first sign of heavy snow.

No signs of me, only of you,

Mon ami, 

Toi qui vis de l'autre côté du monde. 

Nous sommes séparés pour l'éternité…

Ou, du moins, pour trop long. 

Mon ami,

The inside of everyone is two things:

Beautiful, like a flower in the woods.

And ugly, like the wars we choose to fight.

Yet, can't we find beauty in ugliness and ugliness in beauty?

Look at the snow outside!

They said it'd only be a 'dusting', but they lied.

Wow! The trees are covered in flakes of frost,

and I do say, my words are lost.

As I marvel at the ice that covers the earth,

They taught us not to be loud

when something hurt.

To swallow the ache

like it was rude to mention.

We learned how to nod

while breaking.

How to laugh

with our ribs caving in.

Everyone's playing Christmas music

Christmas movies

break is in two weeks

we're already preparing our favorite meals.

And I'm lost.

Not good lost,

not lost in the holiday cheer -

I'm just depressed.