The lapel of my jacket held its wa
as I walked down the daring, dark
I couldn’t spell my own defeat
as the passions of my vengeance un
Like a knight fighting for vain gl

The language I live in
is a playground
of excessive expression.
Fitted to the guiles of love
and the rascal finishes

I’m hesitant,
a little anxious and
KINDA NERVOUS.
I haven’t talked to anybody
at all this week

Stardust in the mind,
I contemplate in exact answers,
precise manners,
for the fulfillment of a question
that beckons forgiveness.

My fingers tremble in the cold
as I stack the stones in a slanted
I’m accompanied by the hummingbird
who search for the mystery in gard
sprouting within the cracks of thi

A sight of sympathy for the man,
who never thought himself too gran
or even fair to look at for long,
The ballad entails his fateful son
Afraid of estranged looks and whis

In my mind, a grandmotherly smile.
There was before only suffering.
of the quivering mess.
No longer willing
to run away from the self,

The stars above us
live gigantic lives,
and they allow us
a shimmering glimpse
in the eve of every night.

In front of the eager class
stood the fool
who had been hand-picked
by the professor
to share

Everything is a reaction
to everything.
This sentence is a reaction
to the last.
The periods at the end are all rea