A Thousand Tiny Dreams

Think of it if you will

A thousand tiny little bubbles as dreams

Each bubble is different in size

Meaning each dream is bigger than others

Everytime you blow a bubble ,is another dream out into the open

If it flies away into the atmosphere

Then it comes true along with other different dreams

But if it pops, then there will be nothin left of that dream

In the end you still have thousand of other dreams that will come true

And you can always make some more

Just by blowing another bubble

Burning Desire

My body is frozen ice

My soul, a raging fire

And your the one who feeds the flame

Of this burning desire

And once the flame has subsided

Whatever has happened yo my heart?

Amidst the destruction and ashes

Was the pain I had from the start

The tears that hurt so much


I guess my emotions have a mind of their own

If I spontaneously cry for no apparent reason

Please don’t ask me why because I don’t know even know the answer

Myself lol

I can only hold back so much

Yet I can only hide so much

Behind a smile that’s not even real

I can only laugh it off and wonder

“Why the hell am I crying?”

My emotions are like rain on a sunny day

Sadness will just pop up out of nowhere


I guess its okay to smile

Even if you’re sad  : )

On the other side of Eden

Here’s a very haiku-y poem


Amidst the field of cotton,

I could have sworn I heard a lone wolf’s cry

I awake at night

To the autumn rain


And the humming of busy dragonflies

The smell of rice cakes and

The freshly brewed melon tea

The winter garden


Blooming in the autumn twilight

The old pond

Underneath the old oak

Still waters flow gently


The old village

Is at peace

A Wolf Without a Pack

The lone wolf, under the light of the moon

Swiftly travels through the forest at a moderate pace

Alone in the world

He is his own best friend and own worst enemy

His silver coat glistens in the light of the moon

Illuminating his intricate attributes

His pace speeds up and he flies through the undergrowth

Heartbeat speeds of, almost like the beating of a drum

He comes to the peak of the valley

And lets out a long howl to make his self known

Just as he made his way through the forest

The lone wolf returns to the shadows

His best friend and own worst enemy

God’s law of Falling Angels

Once the wings have been plucked

They plummet and fall

Forsaken are they

And doomed to live a live among the mundane

Their memories erased

And their past forgotten

They wake and realize they are no longer in paradise

They walk among us

Could it be the mailman?

The officer who saved your life the other day?

What about the nurse that tended your wound?

Could have been your own mother

All I know is this is the punishment for pride

The worst of the deadly sins

A life forgotten, replaced with new memories

I guess angels do fall…………….

The Aquamarine Light Before Dawn

Where my body lies
I fear I do not know,
But it lies where my heart and soul are
In an unmarked grave
Hidden within the depths of a a silver mirror
Where up above,
Red, gree, yellow, blue and silver fireflies dance
In the light of the pale January moon
And where the silver wolf
Repeats the same song
Night after night
Not knowing how it ends
Yet he continues to sing
Until he can remember how it ends
If I could have only seen the sunrise one last time
And the aquamarine light that shines the brightest before dawn.

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