Temporary Sorrow

Squeeze the salt out my swollen eyes

Flashes of misery, what are the reasons?

That distorted my focus, my perspective

My selfish prerogative

The banks of my eyes are dry

Leaving remnants behind

Fragments of a temporary sorrow

Inscribing you in my mind

Strange, only this morning

Did I stare into your sleep-deprived eyes

And swallow the tears in my cappuccino

And wish it were the way it was before

The words you write fill the dam in my eyes,

Complete the empty space in my heart,

Flood the drought of sugar in my voice,

Free the unborn bird in my mind

Lyrics of the Younger

It's not over yet

I've but stroked the surface of reality

Knocking at my unborn door

Waiting on an answer

My arms are swimming

But my mind refuses

Life is too sweet to watch it pass by

Like a long summer afternoon

Where did my summer go?

It's fall, but I'm still living in a

Summer kind of haze

Dazed by the rush of blood to the head

A singer's recollection of yesterdays left unsaid

They read like lyrics and I think

Maybe I can write a song

A melody for the slightest productivity

Alleviate my stillness

Sitting in a pool of broken sand

It's hardly the second half

The second part of a secondary year

But I reach over sparks

And see the sun embrace my tears and

Wipe them on the clouds I dream on

Sailing through the miseries of

A universal truth

A kind of panacea

I wish it could exist

But I won't live in fantasies

And cradle my thoughts in maybes

Lather the rims of forgotten tries

And make amends those attempts to

Drive the connection into

Something I cannot comprehend

So I just ride the wind into a thousand paths

And take on whichever breeze pleases me

And the weights crushing my shoulders

Celebrate their pay day and I

Breathe and feign weariness when I know

I lack retention of

The words they manifest

In my favor, no less

Pick out the imperfections

Because that's how I'm wired to be

See the miniscule cracks in a lake

Mirroring my trains of desire

My maladies flow down my cheeks

Etching a sort of canyon

But I drown myself in lyrics of the younger

A youthful sort of sincere

Of happiness and remedies

And freedom for us all

Take back what I have lost

And be happy, I say

Smile.

Shades of Me

Deep in the depths of my thoughts

I can be sweet and happy and stress-free but I

See the lines on the faces to

Create a new visage I don't

Have

I tell myself to make a metamorphosis

Butterfly wings

Monarch of the art

Falling into a natural equilibrium

I can't.

It's my nature.

Do I accept off-beat melodies

For shadows of possibilities?

Someday the light will

Reflect a kaleidoscope of

The shades of me,

Maybe,

All the shades of me.

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Recent Accomplishments

I started a new hobby.

I collect beads

And bottles

Of my tears.

I made a deal with the stars.

They’ll constellate

Into my own

On a walk of fame.

Untitled

A haiku.

White Christmas never

Came, hopes falling down, starting

All over again

Saltwater

Last Saturday I visited the ocean

And pretended I wasn’t cold

Now I can’t fake the bubbliness

I’ve to admit, saltwater is delicious

Why do you have to be

Oceans away from me

When I need you the most?

A single word could make my day

Or even just your face

This isn’t one of those songs

Where I complain about my life

Or how I can’t breathe

Or why I can’t see

I’m better than that

I’mma replace that

With a box of my saltwater tears

Why do we have to be

So unable to speak?

Decipher my telepathy

In this strange land

Someday my velleity

Will start a well of these memories

The box will be dry

I won’t have to cry

In my box of saltwater tears