How Do You Write Yourself a Future?

When your footsteps are mere apparations Treading the scorching land before you And your olive skin drips With beads of sweat Underneath the sultry sun When the glass orb of destiny Rings with the bitterness of finality And you stare in shame in the shaking mirror Mourning the person you’ve become Must you coast alongContinue reading “How Do You Write Yourself a Future?”

i hate the type of roses…

that grow profusely on vines the ones that recite each verse as if they’ve re-hearsed every line it’s not their lack of luster or their delicate charm that guide them through the winter and shield them from frostbitten harm they hide behind latent masks Live a secret life no one can see silently waiting toContinue reading “i hate the type of roses…”

What is this society…?

That runs like a river I am silt caught in an inclement and Endless stream Glimmering hues and silver scales Flutter beneath me in a distorted haze of Color they Fly in the open wilderness Navigating the terrain that is their Home Flashes of coral reef Catch my wandering eyes An ancient city constructed BeneathContinue reading “What is this society…?”