Impulse-induced
Soul-ignition,
Revel in unbound addiction —
Feed the flame
Until but ash remains.

One should not
Sell the cow
To buy
A cheese.

Even the brave
Blindly plummet
Into depths
Where only
Darkness lies.

When Absence
Called the space between,
Only Echo answered.
"It's like I am
Not even here."
Even here.
Hear.

What has been
Seen, heard, or felt,
Will never fully vanish.

Villain
Is a
Viewpoint.

My rubber soul —
Hit me
With all you have
And I'll happily
Bounce along.

The more practiced,
The less genuine.

Choose
Your own
Misery.

Emotion, bleeding.
Words unspoken.
Silent melodies of love,
Repeating,
Until the heart
Gives in — or out.

But one lesson
Is worth learning —
There are none.

Not all roses are red,
Not all violets are blue.
Not all clichés
Are in poor taste,
When properly used.

Happy —
Despite myself

Praise those generous,
With naught to share
But kindness.

The challenge
Reveals truth,
A leap- or lapse of faith —
Let us see
Who believes.

Sickness
Fears
The cure.

A brand new destination
To find the prompt
You know and love
Daily journeys, unexpected
Dip your pen
Into your heart
And write
Unseen sights await
Those brave enough
To embark

Star sailing
A vessel shaped
From lucid dreams
And moonlight strands
Destination: anywhere
Next stop: eternity.

The cupboard door
The second star to the right
The rabbit hole
We long to see
What lays beyond

Ravenous wanderlust
Developing perception
Craving sights unseen
Brave the unexplored
Seeking
New warning signs
To defy