Ordinary
Nothing was ordinary when it came to you
You would create adventures from nothing
You found fun around every corner

Nothing was ordinary when it came to you
You would create adventures from nothing
You found fun around every corner

She sings lullabies of wrath,
Cannot escape her whispers,
Revenge, tainting all, do it now,
Raging hellfires everywhere.

Our honks and hiss transform
Rebellious riots into pride parades,
Peer-pressure shame into defiant love,
Fragile weakness into gorgeous strength.


Maybe the moon is looking down at me
Convincing to be radiant as I can be
Asking me to never take a rest
And keep on doing my best


They say Time heals all
But that’s never true,
Time disrupts it further
Taking me away from you…

I left my heart
where other roads lead to majestic caves
where I first heard of shamans and unicorns
yet I’ve never seen one; only felt them

You told me to grow a backbone when you were the one using your pain to shatter me
Instead of breaking the cycle that wounded you,

I made it at 00:00.
Since there are no deafening sounds from monsters trying to destroy me. There is no light bulb forcing me to write about you. Lastly, I made it since my soul endures the pain without you.

Bare fingers stretch the feeling-bands, the poet poseur, Bakes his poems on a fire, he says, that blanches his heart:
A fire that blanches his heart, makes breathing hard and feeds his art.

Their wise songs have gone, dashed against cliffs. Wiping off dewdrops from grass lips, the day stretches till its grayness splits. A bird sings from a branch. Both are plastic.