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Burnt Sugar and Roses
I DON'T KNOW WHAT I MEAN (2025)
'questions'
what are you thinking about?
where are you going?
are you on your way home?
where does your mind wander when you stop moving?
who are you sending messages to?
who do you love? who did you love?
what do you see when you shut your eyes?
do you remember when you last felt happy?
what's the first thing you can remember?
what do you think about when you read stories?
do you believe in god?
do you believe in anything?
what can you see out of your window?
did you enjoy being a child? do you want to go back there?
what do you dream about?
how long does it take you to sleep at night?
where do you sleep at night?
do you sleep at night?
where are you walking? do you know?
are you asking these questions as well?
'phantom of the attic'
last night, i dreamt that i was a ghost. so i slipped back into my childhood home and set up camp in the attic. i befriended the rats who liked to remain huddled in the cobweb-encrusted corners. i talked to the squirrels who enjoyed chewing on my extensive collection of reading material, discarded in brown boxes by my father years ago. when my spirit grew vengeful during the midnight hours, i clawed drawings and poetry into the rickety wooden floor until my fingers bled.
i awoke to a dull scratching noise coming from above, and wondered if this was the reason i was never allowed to enter the attic when i was a child.
NOVEMBER'S EVE (2025)
'as the petals droop'
hark! thou wilt see, rose petals bind thy heart,
though soft to touch, the winds will see thee break
amidst a garden, thou wouldst look like art,
those fallen petals bring thee pain that aches.
sometime, thou art too numb and down for life,
thy rose, it wilts and droops and sees thee cry
oh, my angel, the skies, with sun, are rife
thy heart is not for fools to wound and fry.
find solace in thyself, thy soul and mind,
and companions will love and lift thee up;
up to the skies, where anguish falls behind,
the winds will witness thee standing back up.
in simpler absence, my dear, of thy gloom,
thy rose petals will grow and smile in bloom.
for alicia
Left Behind (2025)
I Yearn in Metaphors (2025)