Xanadu
 

As sound echoes She begins to think mellow, Camouflaging Like Gecko. Wrong people wrong time as The scenery splurges To divide, her feelings justified. Parallel angles between Two familiar faces Chosen through determination. Campbells for dinner Every night till dusk, Unthawed like nighttime grunts. Kieth Haring, large emotion, distributed like A sweet maple cherry. Boston tea party, Hundreds thrown overboard, Gritty like Smithsonian's herbivores. Heartaches like a Ha

From Pandora’s Box She was blinded by its captivating elegance, intoxicated by her own curiosity, even when sworn to never open that box. “Merely a bronze coated chest it seemed, treasures and pleasures waiting to be discovered…” That box was no prize. There were no riches found within. Instead, a vault forged to confine the most wretched of evils who only thirst for humanity’s blood. These evils have resided in our air, our vital, inescapable air. Once fresh and pure by natu

I stay in the gutter, were the pages are pressed — holding the book together. Never being seen. I am the leaf spilt to make room for others, creased by hands that turn past me — never stopping to notice what opens the story above. On the recto the words feel uneven, odd against the weight of the book. The verso stays across from me the whole time and who is to say just because they’re even doesn't mean they’re steady. My corners bend, dog-eared from being useful. Fr

Who am I. What have I become, My walls are high, Marred with bruises, A canvas of a pain that told a story No one wants to read. Every heart hides many wounds, Holding its pain quietly— How I hide my feelings to myself, Cling to the verge of naming them Then folding the words back inside. Unspoken doubt, Drowned in silence, Besotted by darkness, Not as an end, but As the quiet where my thoughts finally fit. Darkness doesn't always mean loneliness or grief— It's the spac

Your fog trekked my treacherous path to my shoulder. I let you in and held you taut to see my heaven— landscapes lavish with love. I entrusted you to shade my peak from the gaze of a perilous sky, to turn aerosols into healing rain for my evergrowing fields. Yet at times the radiant sun will rise on my firmament… and I hold sovereign trust in you to no longer seclude its sunshine. Welcome it atop me— stand with me against the sun and let its aureate rays leak like a cultiva