The Fall
Scattered on the ground
Glowing in the soft sunset
Orange and yellow shades
The sight leaves tears in my eyes
A bowl of wasted corn flakes
Flicker
A light in the dark
With nothing close to shine on
Lights nothing at all
Aside from the bulb itself
Why leave the light on at all?
Night Rain
Drip drops of the moon
Silently falling like hope
A finite resource
Collected in small glass jars
Softly glowing from inside
Who We Can’t Choose To Be
Skin itches inside
Mirrors face the wrong angle
Hard to ask for more
Hopelessly dreaming for less
How much longer will it take?
How Small
Smaller than a bug
They say how we’d look from space
But bugs aren’t that small
So how small are we really?
Smaller than small as a bug
Room For One More…
All alone you play
“Do they choose to be that way?”
So alone you stay