The oddly idle soul

Standing in the shadows

Staring at unaffordable faiths

 

Unlikely like me

 

Life should be drawn

where life is not

Vandalize the sadness

 

Sunflowers should rule the world.

The voice

of her eyes

still carries

the innocence

like a river above the sky.

Her

is a fire

is a sun

Mine

The ambidexter light

 

She

Doesn’t have to be here

there

Just anywhere

My dreams will find

Her.

A raincoat full of tears

The man must walk higher

Somehow

Dare the thought

Dare the dream

Dare the heart

Above

the suffocating

narrow

hallways.

Unsequenced

Centered

Instantly slow

 

Rain on the city

Prettier people

Wind

 

It’s now or the eternity.

You falling

softly

on my lips

your breath

like a fog

holding me.

candid moment of the month

Can poetry change the world?

When her wild hair

gets its length back

and sings my love

back to life

like spring

sometimes

could do

her head

becomes

more

than a season

more

than a garden

more even more

I stand right in the middle of my senses

struck.

The air

carries your beauty

up to my soul

through

closed eyes and mind

 

I own

the dream of

you

 

The air

holds

more.

In the October wind

I sensed

the smell

of my own

identity.

Dead babies falling from the sky

This might get us a little late

 

I can’t stand the weight

of the memory

anymore

 

No road to go

No ground to grow

only ashes

 

I can’t.