orange

I used to have a weight in my pocket that held me down. It connected me to the earth. I grew tired of always carrying it. I was bored of the charade that it embodied. I handed it off out of a vague idea of amusement. The distance between myself and the ground has...

why

Now that’s the question The only one that matters And the best part is I don’t know That freed me once but never...

embarrassment

I didn’t do a lot of what I wanted to this year. I didn’t write letters or work on my handwriting. I didn’t travel as much as or with whom I wanted. I didn’t keep the friends I thought mattered to me. I didn’t take any serious action or initiative of my own. As soon...

five of pentacles

I was brought back to my locked room again By sheer, unhappy randomness of fate. I gazed upon a canvas stained with pain. A portrait of a heart that could not wait. I delved into the palette, hues laid bare. A frozen moment where I feigned concern. Youth’s vigor...

sonnet twenty-three

I inflicted familiar pain today. My youth’s ache, something loathed, a constant strife. Though now it’s gone and joy has found its way, I am left with loneliness, a strange life. The cold endured, an old relentless song, Until I prepared to break the...