Self-expressional Crooked poster on the wall Self-intentional Will you shatter, will you fall? Who will fix your frame of old?

To cover the tears Some men will drown their sorrows Some just run away Some even will board their hearths To me? A path of rom-com

Is there something dark? Dark, dark, deep down inside me Something that keeps me Away from the center ring A divergent path indeed

A blank white tablet Fuzzy buzzing silences Click, click, click, and yet That single black divider keeps Blinking an endless cycle

Flickering between The realms of light and shadow Why not close the shades? Sleep’s alluring charm welcomes Despite such early hours!

Scattering shy leaves Skittering down two by two In Fall’s breeze they sink Forming such a golden path Blind-folded hearts can follow

A soft fluttering A pulse that pushes beyond Beating of the heart Oh to express the joys of, A soap opera here and there

Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply

Life’s obligations A daunting sea of turmoil With crest after crest I’ll hide in this briny shell Till the tide forgets my name

Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest

A sudden rain flux A faintly calling whisper To turn off eyelids Yet I cannot shake my dream For just another hour

A natural fog Too tired to remember Dowsing memories Broken alarm clock weeping Woe be to his faint tick, tock

To grasp at the root This longing for the seasons Hidden deep, deep down To say it’s just “Natural,” Would only scratch the leaf-tops

Tiny flashing lights Figures entwine together Closer and closer ‘closer than ever’ they say Beside our computer screens

To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished