In no particular order

Plane poem
You live and you learn
Lately my living has outpaced learn—

I find it difficult to just
Find a stillness of the moment
Let myself write with lucidity and
Feel incorruptible to my own thoughts

Pen pal
With words we dance around the elusive
Unnamed thing
I, with full intentions to exploit the margins of its ambiguity

Phrases injected with emotion and yet
Intolerably, false
⁃
Defensively, I return
The taste for new experiences prevails
Over small anxieties
Impelled to see in person the inhabitants of my memory

With a sharp tug, I am deprived of my literary clothing
And am left bare with a disturbing sense of incompleteness

It’s a sensation I ought to reflect on

His eyes on the bridge.

Animated and lustrous
As if, in me
In the early hours of the day

He saw something iridescent.

Meanwhile her eyes

Serious, affectionate, and knowing
Seemed to apologize, saying:
I have a stupid mind and I’m fantasizing.
Their shapeless clothes blowing
As reality trickles in and out of view
Thinking
We must only feel truly alive when we have an arrow our side

Dragging ourselves around, wondering
What if I
Indulged the impulse

You must feel guilty.
Guilt is more than a feeling
It’s an odor
so rancid it can’t be smelt
So instead you experience it—living inside you
And as it grows, it feeds off you
deep beneath your pores
You feel both soaked and stained
so much so
that you can stand under the shower head for hours and hours and yet, still not feel clean.

At my lowest

A blight on others
My sadness, its sharp cold flames
Empty and indifferent
We sit outside a cafe and
You stare with pity - demanding a reason
Vacant, my weary eyes
Emitting a foul hatred
My own mother struggling to search my languid expression
She can’t stand me
I can’t stand that she can’t understand me
The agony of my suffering
So I force myself far away
To a place that’s lonely
I am afraid I will tell her
That in that moment I am thinking about taking myself 

Canceling all traces 

Unable to tolerate my thoughts
Alone now, standing in an empty room
Watching as the light attempts to penetrate the windows.