The Star That Sneezes the World Apart

17th arrives
with no warning,
no prelude,
no gentle clearing of the throat.

It comes as a sneeze,
a sudden, violent expulsion
from the lungs of a star
too ancient to care
about the consequences.

One sharp burst of light,
one cosmic exhalation,
and everything nearby
is scorched into a…Read More

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Four minutes left

Just like my words

Leaving me in my time of need

It does not matter what I do because the words wont come out

Two minutes left

I am done for and its for the best 

Its pressure on top of pressure

No more time….

April 15½

Prayer for the Fake Middle of the Month.

Pray…
not to gods,
not to ghosts,
but to the middle
of this faking month,
this sagging spine of April
where the days begin to wobble
under their own weight.

Pray for the midpoint,
the lukewarm center,
the hinge where nothing happens
and everything threatens to.

Because…Read More

Honor, Respect, Loyalty

Honor was not just a word 

It was inner compass

Felt deep within

Respect is earned

Not demanded like a spoiled brat

Given willing

Loyalty is fleeting

What once was sort out

Is now blown away like a puff of smoke

April 15th – The Hour of Blocks, Locks, and the Moon That Refuses

April 15th strikes
not like a day
but like an hour:
15th o’clock,
a time that does not exist
and yet insists on happening.

It arrives as a block,
a solid interruption
in the flow of April,
a square of time
that refuses to melt
into the rest of the month.

Then c…Read More

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Learning to swim

I dove into the ice cold pool
Sunk to the bottom
A memory immediately surfaced
I was supposed to make bubbles
Being pulled and breaking surface
I looked into fearful eyes
“I forgot the bubbles”

The Infinite Repetition of a Pink‑Clad Madman

April 14th does not progress.
It repeats.
And repeats.
And repeats again.

It is the day caught in its own echo,
a looped corridor of hours
that refuse to move forward,
a calendar glitch
that feels almost intentional.

On this day,
time folds like a sheet of paper
creased too many t…Read More

City Peace

The wind howls through my window

The fire truck siren blares down the street

The neighbor’s heated argument is in stereo sound

The dogs whine in a pitch that rivals nails on chalk boards

Yet I cannot sleep without the city’s peace.

A Monday of Opposites and Gravitational Longing

13th arrives
with the blunt honesty of a Monday
that refuses to disguise itself.

It is a day built on opposites,
light leaning against shadow,
certainty dissolving into doubt,
the heart pulling forward
while the mind drags its feet.

Everything contradicts everything.
Everything…Read More

She turns 30

Wake up to a face
Your face
The current face
Not the face you remember

Memory can distort reality
Reality is a bucket of ice water
Even the eyes change
Once showed hope is now resigned

Truth is
It is not the face that is disheartening
It is the day
That states you are no longer spring flower but an autumn…Read More

12th in Emptiness, Oblivion, and the Breeze That Knows Too Much

April 12th rises
like a hollow bowl.
A day carved out of absence,
light as a rib,
quiet as a room
after everyone has left
but the air still remembers
their names.

This is the day of emptiness
not the cruel kind,
not the collapsing void,
but the soft, spacious…Read More

Reach out

There are things I wanted to show
There are things I could not let go
When my light is finally out
I’m in the shadow

Reach out , reach out
You’re in my heart
Reach out
Whenever you feel you’re falling apart
Reach out
I will always be there for you….

I’m here for you
You’re never alone, its true
Wherever I am is a hom…Read More

April 11th — Ladders, Snakes and the Art of Forgetting

April 11th arrives
like a board game spilled across the floor,
ladders leaning toward impossible heights,
snakes coiled in patient spirals,
waiting for the moment
you think you understand the rules.

It is a day of ascents and descents,
of sudden rises
and quiet collapses,
of c…Read More

The Key

When did you get the key to my door

It’s been locked for so long

I remember when I put the bolt and nail it to the floor

Fear and hurt infused the metal like a song

You inserted a key

Turned it to the right

I stood before you

I the softest moonlight

You really looked at me

Realizing what I was w…Read More

April 10th — The Night of Running Cats and Star Eyes

April 10th begins at dusk.
It is not a daytime day.
It belongs to the hour
when the sky bruises purple
and the first streetlamp flickers
like a nervous prophet.

This is the night
when all the cats in the neighbourhood
wake up from their daylight disguises
and remember who they t…Read More

April 9th — The Breakthrough of Impossible Realities

April 9th does not arrive.
It erupts.

It tears a seam in the morning,
a thin, shimmering wound
through which light leaks sideways,
as if the day itself
has forgotten how to behave.

This is the day of breakthroughs,
not the gentle kind,
not the kind that whisper
you’re doing fin…Read More

The Old Man at the Window and the Immortal Cats

April 8th arrives
with the hush of a page
that turns itself.

In the big window
the one that frames the world
like a painting too honest to sell
an old man sits,
chewing a piece of old bread
as if time itself
were something he could soften
with patience.

He does not speak.
He never…Read More

The Seagulls

The cry of seagulls
Has me longing to return
To the solitude