Built

A body is a castle
Made of towers
Walls
Turrets
Battlements
Keeps
Corridors
Halls
Windows
Stairways
Stone

All these things make a body
A thousand parts for a thousand purposes
All of them coming together
Creating something complex
Not alive
Not beautiful

But functional
A quiet respect for the empty halls
The parapets that stand ready
For a heart that lay an inch away from beating
For a soul that is almost awaking
For the living

A body is a castle
Built for you to inhabit
Take hold of that fortress
Let it be your rock

Build yourself

Apathy

Whenever
When? Never.
Whatever

Oceanic Night

Fluid

Aqua Dreams

Movement Under Water

Paused

Muted Actions

Slow Deliberate Motion

Suspended

Without Air

Wrapped in Liquid

Drowned

Entirely Lifeless

Floating Falling Sinking

A Blended Dichotomy

Everything is fire
Everything is life
Truth is passion
We love what we know
We know what is true

We find fear
We find hate
Evil is us
We abhor what is unknown
We don't know anything

Patiently Forever

I'll wait forever and a day for you

It isn't because you're someone

Fantastic, Wonderful, or Great

I'll wait forever and a half for you

Because I have faith unending

Strong, Selfless, and Steady

I'll wait forever and that again for you

Patience is the virtue I embody

And I think I care about it more than you

Gift of Breathe

When I breathe this shallow city air
It leaves me wanting
Takes away my will to inhale
Fills me with emptiness
Right angles
Man Made Chaos
A facade of steel and happiness

But when I'm lifted
From the cloud of black smog
Though the air be empty
It fills me completely

Crisp cold wind
Pine needles brushed in snow
White glowing horizon
An unbreaking hush
Sun kissing the earth
Sparkling snow
Electric sky
A swift night
and the air

It all takes my breath away
And gives it back to me
The gift of Nature's Majesty

Amid a lot of nothing.

I can't draw
I can't paint
I can't photograph
I can't model
I can't dance
I can't music
I can't sports
I can't organize
I can't swim
I can't bike
I can't debate
I can't self-destruct
I can't excel
I can't experiment
I can't practise

But I can write
That's something

Grains of Thought

My thoughts are grains of sand
That get caught in a raging tide
Pulled up and pushed around
In a something larger than understanding

The problem is
So many are the grains of sand
So vast is the ocean of knowledge
Everything gets lost in the flow

Without them caught or contained
I sit upon the shore of my mind
Marvel at the enormous horizon
Sigh at my own minuscule expression

The Ghost in the Room.

The ghosts that haunt the room

They know our sins better than ourselves

The watch and they wander

They notice the faults and the jabs

Where we fail and live onward

Ever forward bound in our merry life

They take the quiet faults that haunt our steps

Consuming them until it's all cracked

Let them whisper and wander

Speaking a tale of how our lives could be richer

The hushed tones are easy to ignore

Our failed actions are sweeter than perfection

Split

Dark streets

Dark skies

Dark forest

Dark mountains

Bright windows

Bright faces

Bright conversation

Bright laughter

The knife edge between the two

Is easily split

Glimmering pavement

Twinkling stars

Moon light through the trees

Monolithic pride

Artificial glow

Masks contorted into joy

A duel of ill intent

Giggles to hide the contempt

Dark is not dark

Light is not light

Take hold of the knife edge

Split the division

Our Evening

When the sun is glowing in the west

And cotton curtains glow a worn orange

That is when I'll take you close

Time will be our friend

While light is in the sky

Treasure is before our eyes

The cascades of a reflective city

The gently loved truth of a small apartment

What little that we own

Comes together to make a life

The last rays of sun makes us whole

Completes the last part of the picture

The sun will drop out of sight and sigh upon the horizon

Leaving otherworldly greens and blues

But these colours of disquiet that hover in the sky

Cannot pierce our cotton curtains

Candles become our little suns

That illuminate our world

A bed that is too small for two

Because it's made for one

Together when the day is done

Winter

Frozen Sunlight

The Muses of Poetry

The poetry muses
A vulture
A parrot
A robin

The robin sings of blissful things
Of love and little trifles
Dreams of maybe someday sorta
Almost tomorrow hopefully
Far away from here and now
Till tomorrow is gone
And now is all thats left
A head full of happiness

The parrot calls like no other bird
A scream, a cry, a coo
Shifting and changing
From monastic to chaotic
From salvation to damnation
From sultry summer to weathered winter
And back to quiet calm
But who knows what it shall be next?

The vulture croaks last
Like it always does
When it opens its beak
Emptiness pours out

If I could

If I could say one word
And it could reveal
That waist that belongs to only you
I would ask you with all my heart
If I could say it to you

If a sculpter could capture
The side of your body
In perfect accuracy
I would beg him never to
So no man could ever worship a false idol

If the sun could stop shining
To preserve the colour of your hair
I would convince the people of the world
To live forever in darkness
If they could see what I can

But if I could stop the world from turning
Simply for the majesty of your earthly form
It would be an aberration of the truth
A body no matter how perfect is just flesh
A soul is where beauty lives and breaths

A little lonely

I guess I'm just lonely
Not the worst thing in the world
I'm alive, happy, and relatively content

I guess I want to share it.