Calm nights accompanied by slow healing.
Split seconds of eternity run on by.
Guitar by the burning fire.
Songs of yesterday.
And songs just now written by the fire and me.

Songs of the quiet world.
And the screaming stars above.
They currently cannot outshine the moon.
Which adds a silver glowing ambience only empyreans could paint.

I'm at peace.
I have let all the storms pass on by.
And await the new oncoming ones.
I begin to pocket the stolen time.

ᴵ you feel the water
rising inches at a time
until you're neck-deep

ᴵᴵ you're underwater
telling yourself that you can
always hold your breath

ᴵᴵᴵ you've been under for
so long, you forgot what air
feels like in your lungs

ᴵⱽ but as the sea claims
the land every high tide — you
claimed the sea as yours

ⱽ you wake up in an
underwater castle that
you built with your hands

CONFUSING as HELL —
not wanting me to leave but
not loving me now

sometimes when people
go, they do it for themselves —
so while they're still here
give them a home and try to
take them out of the warzone

the watch on his wrist
says it's time to go — but his
hands say otherwise

Someone looked into my heart
As if I spoke my mind through him
Someone touched my hand and felt
Beyond insensate gloves of skin
Someone looked behind my face
His recognition crystalline
Someone looked into my heart
Someone noticed me within

Last night I poured a cup of tea
For every problem wrong with me.
And when the list of guests was up,
For me was left an empty cup.

does anyone feel the ticking of the clock -
a deadline, a rush, a finality
an end to our ways of living.
in the brink of another calamity
overwhelmed by the world
of devastation and cruelty.
striking down the minority,
aiming to breathe,
swimming up against the current,
the water invading our lungs -
we are drowning.