Silence woke her from her reverie,
Faster than any city sound could —
Aware the harsh reality she fled
Knew only calm before
All hell broke loose.

Sob stories,
Narrated with a smile.
Do not let life
Bring you down —
Even if it kills you.

Self-worth,
Once slightly bruised
May feel worthless
Like cracked China —
Functional, yet never
Quite the same.

Thoughts expressed
Are rarely
Naked.

Could there be
A more useless emotion
Than shame?

Karma may not be fiction,
But life taught me
That it cannot function
Unassisted.

Get used to it, kid.
Adulthood is
A never-ending
Pop quiz.

There is no I
In ego,
Only in egoism.

Seek no blame
In my stupid actions —
First analyze your own
Volatile reactions.

If I ever turn senile
And start speaking my mind,
You might be
In for a surprise.

A mantra made
For cloudy days —
Darker shades
Bring depth.

You are wrong —
It can be the answer
If the question is:
What begets violence?

Reality on pause,
Trapped in
Stagnant expectation —
Lost, awaiting a
Fictitious tomorrow,
Long since
Torn apart.

Leave if you must,
But know —
Although not all change
Comes on cold wings,
It cannot hurt
To dress for the worst.
Stay warm.

Morality
Neuters
Pleasure.

A mere word-wizard.
My one talent?
Pulling colorful grains up
From depths of my
Gray oceans
Into the realm of probability.
A dreamer,
A one-trick pony —
All I do
Is create.
I'm nothing special.

Abandon all hope —
Praise Saint Terror,
Patron of the lost.

Honey,
I said
Take me —
Not
Drain me.

In a world of absolutes,
Live the discrepancy.