an elegiac haiku for the word elegiac.
it’s all a game of chess. but with cigarettes and glass bottles and the goal is to light the palace on fire.
not all that glitters is gold.
the sound of glass shatteringon blood-drenched floors,the mournful cries of griefechoing through empty halls — when will enough be enough? i think this poem speaks for itself.
drifting away into a void buried
what is life if you have nothing left to live for?
one speck of dust in the world becomes the world to one speck of dust.
drowning in this dark cloud. no way out.
dying yellow grassstrewn over shattered glass dreamsfields of gray despair this haiku was inspired by the field that i practice on with my team for soccer. the field is horrible. the grass is yellow. the ball bounces every two seconds. but then our club coach says that it is better to practice in worse conditionsContinue reading “rotting fields”
inhale it works just fine,you and me,harmonies that intertwineinto longing melodies. your lovelights up the graywith silver highlightsof dreamy smiles. you taught me color,how to light upthe night skywith bright fireworks. exhale but i am shattered glassall jagged edgespieces of broken,unable to be fixed. and these cuts within megrow deeper by daytill i know theContinue reading “breathe: inhale and exhale”