Nothing could be heard
Prepared for bed all alone
Reflective mirror thoughts occupy the mind
Give silver chalice a rub
Conjuring commitment stone
Nothing could be heard
Curiosity invades
Throwing a bone
Reflective mirror thoughts occupy the mind
Winter cold soon will arrive
Mumbling a grumbling groan
Nothing could be heard
Outside a crispy leaf drop
Destination known
Reflective mirror thoughts occupy the mind
Future cannot stop
Google AI on the cell phone
Nothing could be heard
Reflective mirror thoughts occupy the mind
Fountain of youth stems from pizza,
Okay, dude, playing Mona Lisa,
Understand my devotion,
No need to swim an ocean,
Touch therapy can be fun,
Atta boy, you're my number one!
I think you're kindest ever seen,
No way I'll be a drama queen..
Out of bed, into a rhyme,
Friends forever through all time.
Your garlic carbs are a start,
Out of sight, but full of heart,
Universal star king on your throne,
Tempting you are, cheerio on phone,
Hottsie tottsie, you're never alone!
A Lone Star
A star that shines so bright in the night sky,
It shines through the darkness,
But there are no other stars beside it.
It is alone, so is it lonely?
Or does it want to be alone?
Even when there is no one around this star,
It is still able to shine so bright.
It is the only light in the darkness,
And you can't help but stare at it.
You can't help but admire it
And wonder,
How can it shine so bright?
What made it shine like that?
Is it because of the darkness?
Or is it something else?
Does it have a reason why it shines like that?
Is it for itself?
Or is it for someone else?
Will someone be guided by its light,
Or will no one notice it?
Will its light eventually grow dim?
Or will there be someone to take care of it?
In the end,
Was the star able to fulfill its purpose?
The human voice
is different
from every other sound
Imploring nature
and its Lord
to which our souls are bound
Each word expressed
to stand alone
alive inside the din
To free what noise
would only hide
— in echoes whispered thin
(Dreamsleep: September, 2026)
Let them fall
Let the leaves
Alone
After putting one between
Two sheets
Of paper
Grab a crayon
Not black
I suggest orange
Or Sunny Yellow
Not boring green
Go over
The bumpy road
Scribble scribble scribble
To your hearts content
Hold
The paper to the light
Look how your crayon flew
Put down
Another sheet
Over
A different shape
And shimmy shimmy shimmy
Shake
That lively crayon
It’s on fire
Be friends
With the Autumn wind
Gifts sent as the branches
become naked
Cold
Warm
Your fingers
Probably your toes
Twinkle
Next up?
Pinecones
Glue, paint, glitter
O what wonder!
Alone again
I'm Driftin
Like a leaf
on a creek
Riding rapids not
Made for man
I'm blanking out
in the Car
while Drivin
I'm eating pills
To keep me
from
Killng myself
I'm drowing in
Thoughts
I can't swim
to the surface
Before I go
Blue
Sun light
Melts my
Thoughts
To mocha
I'm this moment
im dust
Whenever you're sad and blue
There is one thing you should do
Reach out for me -- I'll be there
It doesn't matter when or where
You can always count on me
A true friend is what I'll be
The strongest rise with
Echoes behind them; no
Legend ever truly won alone.
Every victory carries
Fingerprints of those who
Refused to let them fall; no
Won alone.
When uncertainty tried to rewrite
Their name, someone
Whispered strength back into
Their bones; they never won
Alone.
Even giants leaned on quiet
Warriors, the ones who held
Them steady when storms won
Alone.
Greatness is a rapport, not a
Solo; every step forward was
Carried by hands that won
Alone.
Michaela speaks truth to legacy:
No hero, no survivor, no Legend
Even won Alone.
Old and Alone Through the City
Old and alone, autumn wanders bare through the city,
A smoke of memories coiling around the streetlamps,
The woman dissolved into the arms of another mirage,
And the dog grew old begging for the warmth of days.
The child who was never born wanders through the fog,
A bodyless shadow knocking at autumn's gates,
And the wind and the sun, old brothers of a lifetime,
Lean on each other on the steps of forgetting.
The old organ-grinder, with his leg of wood and dream,
Cranks out a melody rusted like a wound,
The old prostitute sells her shadow, the unclosed
Coffin of her longing under a pagan moon.
Someone in a graveyard whispers a song of wax,
An old head trembles, hollow as a scorched bell tower,
The tree shakes its leaves like a final summer,
The idiot from the commercial smiles, a wounded mask.
The whole city trembles, full of loneliness,
Crowds of old young people flow like a river of wax,
All of them, everything, old and alone, carrying in their chests a fortress
Of silences fallen to their knees, under the same bitter snowfall.
Mexican worker traveling home
Mexican worker was not traveling alone
Lived here for a decade, twice
driving, he skidded on some Ice
Mexican worker and his son are now gone
The dark companion
Waves crashing above your head
- hope despite it all
I build a home in people,
And people leave.
My story never matches,
With the writer of destiny.
The moment you realise,
It's you versus the whole world,
You stop explaining your tears.
I don't know why people treat me
Like I have no feelings,
When I feel everything,
A little too much.
I asked for love,
They gave me lessons.
I asked for stay,
They gave me goodbyes.
Still, I write.
Because my diary never left.
Rules:
1. Never forget who left you.
2. Never respond immediately.
3. Talk less as possible.
4. Walk slowly but never backward.
5. Speak less about yourself.
6. Never show your emotions.
7. Be calm in every situation.
Shadows break her world,
She stands barefoot in the glass,
Still, her spirit sings.
I am caught in a loop:
starving for your validation,
yet terrified of being know.
When I open up, you minimize the hurt,
driving me to explain myself further.
But exposure is a threat -
I don't want you to see me.
So I hide.
Waiting for the day
the fear wins,
and I run again.
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