When is the right time
to scribe painful mistakes...

Steam rises as my pores
soak in every drop of natures...

I followed the waves
as they crashed one...

Imprinted markings
soil, meshed and motionless roots...

Laughter rang out, upon a misty, midnight moon
white falcon racing, upon pavement etched in gold...

I've been here before-
Reality suffocates a...

Specs of ash fall like brazen tears,
pretending to share emotion...

Tragic conditions were born
out of greed, selfishness...

I
the fly...

I watched him, felt him crumble
over every syllable scribed...

Her limbs lay broken
upon a summer sand...

Sunshine basking behind thunderous clouds
frozen icicles shadow flames of spring...