Ramble – Day Thirty of NaPoWriMo

  Where has my eloquence disappeared? ⁣⁣ I pause, I stumble.⁣⁣ Dissect every thought⁣⁣ Into minute fragments that⁣⁣ No longer make sense. ⁣⁣ That seem out of context. ⁣⁣ Purposeless.⁣⁣ On, I ramble. ⁣⁣ ⁣ Then I wonder what I was trying to say. ⁣⁣ What led to this cut up, incoherent stream of words?... Continue Reading →

Orbit – Day Twenty Nine of NaPoWriMo

  The spheres curve along my well-trodden path Engrossed in their bustle Unseeing the all - seeing I am the perpetual passage Constant in the chaos Quiet in the commotion A Hyperion incarnate Around my busy lanes Meteors burst Twinkling in the twilight Planets collide Upsetting the utopia But I remain noiseless Picking up fallen... Continue Reading →

Multitudes – Day Nineteen of NaPoWriMo

The S. S. Galactica set sail For a galaxy never heard of before, So obscure, everyone told me It was the product of An overactive imagination. That she would return, Weary and a failure. Nevertheless, the S. S. Galactica sailed, Bearing multitudes of enthusiastic crewmen, From all walks of life, And I, her proud commander.... Continue Reading →

Sugar – Day Sixteen of NaPoWriMo

I couldn't help but ponder, but dear ex-lover, do you have some time to spare? A piece of my father's philosophy, I'd like to share. He said, "Life is a balance of everything, just like the sugar and milk in your coffee, Too much of either can ruin it completely." Maybe that's what we were,... Continue Reading →

Grapes— Day Fourteen of NaPoWriMo

They tussled and tossed their sweet selves away, Your intoxicated thirst was left unquenched You were frozen in place, held forever by their sway When you first encountered them, you just wanted to foray Towards those bitter grapes, in temptation drenched But they tussled and tossed their sweet selves away But once you'd had a... Continue Reading →

Cosmic— Day Thirteen of NaPoWriMo

Your hair, darker at the ends, trudges down your shoulders, Like the cosmic runway that leads to the crepuscular.   The eyes that set deep into your face, glimmering with stardust, Within them, I see dreams that don’t fade or rust.   The shade that adorns your pout, Is the hue that paints the sky... Continue Reading →

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