May your joys
Be surprising
And your setbacks
Predictable.

Don't do it —
Don't you dare.
Do not tell me
What to do,
As I am telling you
Right now.

Like a rain
Too fine to see,
Yet you can feel
Your clothing moisten,
Such is my grief.

Movement under scrutiny,
Inching on with nervous steps —
Steering clear of trigger words,
Away from what still
Needs to be said.

Abandon all presumption,
Ye who enter here.

Barreling hellbound,
Riding this
Unrelenting downslide —
Chasing a flickering
Uptick of clarity.

Short-term wants
Breed
Long-term sorrow.

Patch my leaking heart —
Make me whole again.

No loose end
Too large,
Too small
To terminate.

Desire lives
Within realms
Of the known.

Suppress your
Lust for attention —
Listen before speaking.
You might be
Heard in turn.

Like pinpricks on a starless night,
The faded light of
Crystalline moments
Still lights our path ahead.

Tiny circles,
Round and round —
Pressure builds,
Pleasure floods.
Caught in an endless,
Breathless moment
The world comes to a stop.

Changed your mind?
That's alright —
Simply choose
A different path.

Stripping rainbows of their color
Tends to make
The world less gay.

No intention succeeds
Without initiative.

What worth has glory
With the taste of ash.

Be the bomb —
Let's blow some minds.

The poorer the soil,
The stronger the roots.