Tragedy in the Stars: Cosmic Reflections

Who would’ve thought that losing resolve was such a lucrative, sought-after muse? Because true tragedy talks volumes, but the channels on mute. Channeling through galaxies, having to move supernovas with raw passion. Any intuition is an intuitive loss. So superfluous, the way it happens; a dying sun sparks creative patterns. Tiresome survival at the costContinue reading “Tragedy in the Stars: Cosmic Reflections”

Then and Now: My Apologies, But the Gray No Longer Holds Beauty for Me

Dear Journal, Recollections of a picnic eventuate vividly in my mind. Amidst the reminisced scene, a profound sense of auditory quiescence prevails. What endures most is the ethereal spectacle wherein the heavens infused my being with enduring chromaticity. The transformation of a seemingly desolate desert into an entrancing marvel transpired. Heliotrope, lavender, and carmine mergedContinue reading “Then and Now: My Apologies, But the Gray No Longer Holds Beauty for Me”

JOURNAL: July 19th, 1991: A Journey of Reflection and Resilience

All little boys need father figures, Not to be normal or sane. You wouldn’t turn on a light switch without knowing where all the conduits are placed. You grow up with a fistful of hurt, a surge like a missile, without hearing a ‘miss you.’ But one thing is certain, nothing makes you question yourContinue reading “JOURNAL: July 19th, 1991: A Journey of Reflection and Resilience”

JOURNAL: The Ineffable Embrace: When Words Fail to Capture Feelings

Sigh. The streetlight kissed your eyes and created an impression so pure, its whiteness. I bring this up because I fell in love by remembering my reflection off your iris. Expression in its highest form, sensory design to cure, destinies arrived. Analyzed the sculpture, of course, then vandalized your structure. Leaves falling aimlessly, in theirContinue reading “JOURNAL: The Ineffable Embrace: When Words Fail to Capture Feelings”

This Is My Last Shot, I Promise: Unraveling the Threads of Despair

Swore it was my last shot, promised it would be. It was the electric surge coursing through my conduits, a constant hum. I’ve been left alone, shadows have unfollowed me, but I’ve got 40 ounces that suggest I’ve done everything but bottle it up. My hair is falling out; I play a game, though IContinue reading “This Is My Last Shot, I Promise: Unraveling the Threads of Despair”

Satin and Snapdragons: A Poetic Tapestry

Puncturing flows of buttery colors, exposed in Post and pre-nuptial showmanship. Function control, Amusing instrumental, effusive ode to hold this angel to a centerpiece. Basil, with cloves, of energy that exposed a masterful synergy, A weeded rustled drone that tumbled a quiet depiction of the color blue on a petal, Succulent. Moss grows on myContinue reading “Satin and Snapdragons: A Poetic Tapestry”

Flown Off Course: Navigating the Uncharted

Vaudevillian. I’ve flown so far off course That my radar doesn’t even beep; It’s silent, instead it weeps For some recognizable aura of man to detect. Signature heat, thermal readings, nothing. I’ve become so abrupt in my comings that most of my time Is spent twiddling my thumbs. I’ve flown so far off course, likeContinue reading “Flown Off Course: Navigating the Uncharted”

Electricity of Words: A Burst of Emotions

Incandescent, I’m pregnant with my words, Pregnant, as in, ready to burst, And give life where it’s needed, or not, Irreverent, a moment of shining, Where bulbs of luminous lime invoke A poisonous vine. It’s similar in fashion when I couldn’t feel a feeling twice, It’s only one time that I felt it, Like IContinue reading “Electricity of Words: A Burst of Emotions”

Guillotine Lust: Secrets and Desires

Particle physics; radiation courses through every speck and grain, But that didn’t mean infecting the inflections as per your hypothetical claim. Bite the bullet, swallow the pistol; it shoots, Harboring a hollow feeling, sipping Miller to boot. Coil-gripped Corona, drowning out social persona, We’re evolving into moths, wallowing toward the Murky gray skies. Yeah, theContinue reading “Guillotine Lust: Secrets and Desires”

Empyrean Cosmos: Inner Reflections

Empyrean cosmos. This feeling I swallow; it’s real. It’s hollow, but it’s there. I know it. It’s growing, a hole full of sorrow; it’s weird. Some sort of eerie control. It has sculpted out a grave in my heart, it’s six feet into my soul. A clay soldier statue that’s woven and wound up byContinue reading “Empyrean Cosmos: Inner Reflections”

2 AM Reverie Again: A Journey Through Abstract Emotions

It’s 2 am. I feel interconnected through any vine or snippet of life, A perennial inflorescence of any 6 seconds chimed. Success is a hive, hummingbird wings in slow motion, Hearing the crickets sing, so monotone yet obscurely composed. Feels like they’re talking to me, as I walk on the leaves that I cross, Demure,Continue reading “2 AM Reverie Again: A Journey Through Abstract Emotions”

JOURNAL: 2:00 A.M: Midnight Musings: Yearning for Connection in a Silent World

Hey there, crickets. Feeling a bit down, you know? (One cool thing about crickets is they keep on chirping even when you’re just talking to them.) The world’s in a real pickle right now. It’s all hush-hush and super heavy. Cultures clashing, problems piling up, and my mentors throwing career advice and consultations at meContinue reading “JOURNAL: 2:00 A.M: Midnight Musings: Yearning for Connection in a Silent World”