Stars Shined Down

I’ll never be the lines that pass your thought Those lambent throes of emotions Streaking across the colorless void Proclaiming lasting lines of admiration Almost worshipping the muse They were intended for. I’ll never be the rhyme you’d sing Nor the verse you’ll ever mutter To somebody else who knows the lyric; Nor will I…

As the wick grows and the wax wanes, the flame extends steadily, anticipation breathes in such a way, as it grows, patience wanes, anxiety extends steadily… almost reaching unend; its embers lazily crackle each consumed — devoured — by palpitations running through blurred lines of time and it grows from the tears of those who…

My heart grew wings so long before Followed by my thoughts growing limbs And digits galore; But never can either fathom How to fly, to soar across dreamless skies, Or how to write, to ink the undefined. Now you must know that so long before I am not one who can simply verse Nor can…

Your voice soars with wings of tinsel, Never quite knowing where to go, Finally, by my way it comes to soar; The longing becomes indelible, Coloring my silence like a garish stain The stillness now abuzz Making it so there’s nothing I can do.

I’m folding paper, meticulously winding around each angled stretch of fine print and fiber. and it might as well be love when each crease is cherished with caresses meant for someone else. and it turns out the paper i folded resembled your smile in blooms of tulip and lily, dry but eternally unwilting, like you.