We may not seem much,
Not yet,
But we are they
From whose dreams will
Spring forth the seeds
To fertilize the Galaxy.

Blinding, bleak anticipation,
All beyond the grass is gray —
Where predatory circumstance
Patiently seeks its chance
To steal our moment back again.

Her face, like the moon’s
Reflected another’s light,
Her eyes, like the stars,
Stood distant.

You may watch
The same stars as me
And still see
A different light.

Compassion is believing,
Embracing, not receiving —
Your compass to humanity
Is giving without reserve,
Without expecting a return.

Most talk ain't conversation,
Like most luggage ain't supplies.

Yesterday failed,
So we fear tomorrow
And we hate today —
Nowhere to go,
No place to stay.

Through the fissures bleeds the sound,
A siren song of misery
In words a broken heart can't speak,
Drowning souls in melancholy.

Captured where the warmth has fled,
Shivering, afraid to break
The final strands of perseverance
Tying rationality
To bittersweet nostalgia.

Silent tendrils of temptation
Seeking naught but warm embrace,
Selfless, faceless, unintended
Frozen in our desolation.

Muted light, cast as shadow,
Silhouettes of life, forgotten —
Broken promises of self,
Manifest in longing.

Hearts wither,
Love remains.

Defying conventions,
Logic, and patterns —
It need not make sense
To bring happiness.

Given enough context
Little choice
Is still a choice.

Fair and square
Placing the self above all others,
Stale victories won
By the size of a wallet —
Worthless,
For they hold no meaning.

Stories told of those who passed
Cannot reflect what isn't known.
Who we become after we die
Is what we showed the world —
Even if it's naught but lies,
Like hope and innocence.

Spill tears for the living,
Spill blood for the dead,
Spill life for the system —
Waste time killing yourselves.

The music changed —
He heard the scene's end coming,
But did not want to
Turn the page
Just yet.

Don't give in,
You won't get out —
Despair takes no prisoners.

Each perspective, a depiction —
Every history is fiction.