Writing

Man at desk with black birds
["Asgardian Seagulls," digital art by cedar, YWP]
  • Burning matches

    Am I wrong 

    for thinking certain things?

    Am i wrong for thinking

    that sometimes 

    the ground beneath me is steady

    even as it cracks?

    Taught to stand tall, a fortress

  • Moon, May I?

    May I just say, dear

    You look marvelous next to me.

    Dazzling, even, perhaps.

    Morning glories hold my heart out to you

    So

    May I just say,

    you are the star

    dazzling in the bright abyss I provide.

  • Either or

    A gentle flicker, a sudden flare.

    It is a beautiful dance of heat and light,
    the most quintessential expression of raw energy.

  • Which Day is History?

    When is the question history can never tell us because it is always and never for someone. 

    And everyone is rarely possible, but many

    is a blessing only found when the puzzle is given attention to be solved carefully.

  • The throne

    Upon the throne of man

    Sits the king of greed

    A man so old and cold

    Yet ne'er his people

    Shall he feed

     

    Upon the yellow throne

    Sits a man of truth and lie

    A skeleton covered in gold