Ode to A Hair Clump Down the Drain
I was never the fruit you wanted
to bear. I was never the fruit that
you wanted to pick.
Now the thought of you makes me angry.
Chelsea Yanga
Aerokinesis
Nothing ever remains unknown. We know this.
Sooner or later, the winds will change with us,
and us with it.
Beginning Enigma
People should not have been created;
so perfectionistic,
sounding so pinched,
so distant from emotion.
Like That Light Morning
There's not much of that,
now, out here,
where every form of solitude is flawed,
Faithless.
Your Sepulchre
There is a pulse—
And what’s behind
is no longer tangible.
Oil On Paper
"You can be what you desire,"
Doubt utters
From your lips
But its wicked mouth is that
Of a different language
Make The Gray Pigeons Coo
When you face forgetful grief
You should teach it not to
Rain on you,
And soak you in sorrow