A swirl of ashes sweeps the city,

This hurricane undoes everything done in the name of peace —

But someday children will sing

And birds will fly back home

All the divine gifts

Live within love and innocence.

I want justice to rise

And shine upon us





It hurts me like a needle piercing through the red

Of the flesh,

But you will never know — if I ever have to go

You will never know how much I hurt and bled


You came to destroy,

But I will take this moment away from you




We never know what colors

Will collide in the next sunset.

I just never thought all these lights

Would bring me here.


I am on the way home —

Caught under a moonlit shadow,

No words could ever be truer than this feeling



Dead Moon

I’ve lived ten lives and had ten loves
To remind me
What I’ve been guilty of


There’s a dead moon in my head —
It claws the ground, both lost and found,
And fleeting
To crash into again




No hashtags

There’s a racist bald guy talking to his pal in front of me while we wait for the fireworks at Disney’s Hollywood Studios. Priceless. Lol just wanted to share this and didn’t know where since I don’t have any social media. Couldn’t he pick another place to be a moron? 


Wish I had more hurtful words to say —

Anything that would cut us both so deeply 

I couldn’t say it to your face, but

My hate pool is shallow

As a bird bath fountain. 

Anything too terrible to speak

Is always said in front of a mirror

With dry lips and a tired face


I’m the meek

And the lamb, 

I am the doves of peace

Flying in confusion


Ignite my lost


My justified anger

Must be hiding somewhere

In the lonely depths of some blue ocean

Ready to resurface




This isn’t a poem…? I suppose I’m just venting. People get so revolted with me for not feeling angry when I should be… It’s tiring. I wish I could change because this characteristic can be a huge flaw too.


A heavy atmosphere paints

This room with violent colors. 

I could never be, and I never was

The things the dream lantern has guided me to become


The house collapses

Within itself

To bring out all the sealed souls

While I hide in the corner

With doubts condensed in my every tear —

I’m blinded by the light outside

Creeping on me from the tiny crevices