Ideas are tangled into plans
Crossing over the barrier from which they were blocked
So many promises, so many hopes
The question is whether or not it will break apart

Is it worth it?
Locking it together forever
or until one is fed up

Very indecisive
except about her wants
You will never understand the idea
Oh really?
until she has made a plan.

Party like Queens

You could say I’m dusting off my keyboard
but that wouldn’t be quite accurate.
I took a vacation to an aphotic site
and returned an illuminated aspirant.

Someone dropped a match
in just the right spot
For a flame to ignite

Here I sit,
with a purring cat in my lap
Never again will I quit
or let my love be trapped.

The Imprecation of Phlegmaticness

Their nose isn’t elongating, so she needs to start worrying.
Thinking back and it totally hits me hard.
Has she been lying to people this entire time?
Goodness, I hope not.

There is only one person that you can’t hide secrets from…
But what if that person doesn’t care?
What now?

It must be the reason that the Chateau has burned down,
The reason that she can trust no one,
The reason that she is a hypocrite for saying “Behaviors of the being are put onto repeat.”

Let’s stop talking about this, for now, it might all just be a well-rehearsed façade.

The Chateau

Why must it be behind the brilliant façade?
It rests in the foyer of disaster.
The redwoods were destroyed just for your bliss.

Frames of vain hang ignorant to the Mourning.
Broken lamps are hidden away in the back closet.
Decor assists the scandals;
“I really admire that.”
It is definite.

Aight. Aight, Mate.

Yes, it’s true that he was indecisive.
The pulling force from the opposite end,
Made our relationship do a little bend.

I hate to think of all the other possibilities.
Why does it have to be so confusing?
Which one of you guys thinks it’s amusing?

Perhaps I will have another chance…
Sometimes I wish I had the power to read minds,
His face would be very interesting to look behind.

This all still agitates me so much,
It seems to be always my fault;
Then I ponder as I halt:

‘I was not the one to lie continuously;
It was him that always did the deceiving.
My job was to find a way to do the relieving.’

This won’t make my bad thoughts go away.
His words in my memory are just little captions;
What really hurts me are his actions.

One day all this mess will be cleaned up.
He will suffer as how I did,
But boy, I still love that kid.

Lights, Camera, *Smacks Him*

Impressing others seems to be more important than impressing ourselves these days
Everything we do has someone else’s interests in mind
Let’s go back to the good times when we were true to ourselves.
Guilty, says I.


I know I’m not that only individual here that knows they are a culprit for this mess.
At least I know I have a problem
I’m not like everyone else out there.

Keeping certain things to yourself can be the best solution because all things can be turned around at you.
Lusting will only get you so satisfied and eventually you’ll just bring yourself down.

Sepia Shades

For which we’ve said enough of this occurrence.
To allow such nonsense to happen and stand back is to see a crime and stay silent.
A dimensional frame may change your perspective but it’s all the same when eyes are hidden at night.
Trees strive to reach it to the top but their leaves fall back to the ground and sway helplessly.
A perpendicular view on the world provides a new scene to look at human behavior and obedience.
A flower puts all its worth for life to see but its roots still hide in the damp dirt.

How are humans related? By theory.
More cars. More following.
More trees. More sorrow.
More bushes. More double lives.
Rest up for the turn of the planet, for I will be waiting here when you take off your glasses and see the real world.

Chaos in the Conifers

Preparation is only productive with a finish line

The clouds may be clearing, but the lake is still low
The grass that has grown back could use a mow…

Blue skies are present as much as you can see a shooting star behind the trees

Round two: I spot a plane!
Actually, I see two…

Could the night progress?
Should it progress?
I’m as fragile as a sheet of paper,
Please don’t tear me

I know what’s best for me
but I always feel an urge to fight it,
There’s an opposing energy within
Perhaps someone already ripped the parchment
Doesn’t matter now,
she wasn’t meant to be fancy
Bargain brand college-ruled FTW!

Why be mad at her?
What were the faults?
Was is merely a reflection
of my own desperation?

Both of us have stopped weeping
Will this evening turn around?
The clouds are hinting at “yellow”…
But they can’t make a sound.