The world, so silent, slowly dies
Not a sound touches the skies.
Not a whisper, for fear of lies
Not a tear from human eyes.
Why weep? What damage can tears heal?
Tears have no place in a world so real.
So dead! So this is desolation
Faces held in pale vexation
Wondering - what have we done?
Where is the moon? Where is the sun?
When death comes, the pain will cease
War brings only silent peace.

We are laughing through the darkest days
Of happy times that passed away
How young we were! How innocent!
And oh! How times can change!
From golden times to shadowed times
From rythm to unfettered rhyme
From 'us' and 'we' to 'you and me'-
What happened to our unity?
Is this sorrow? Is this bliss?
The past that's gone, replaced with this
Should we be happy or be sad
When laughing of the joy we had?

his embrace was like ice, beautiful.
every caress unique like the snowflakes, but
so cold as it melted into her memory...

winter is her favorite season.
at midnight she looks up at the sepia-colored sky
and wonders what happened to all of the stars.

Sidewalks glow, darkly viridescent, as moonlight filters through the grass... clouds shift to a starless song in air where only birds belong as, powerless and aquiescent, I watch continents drift past... commanding the unutterable prophecy: nothing in life can last...

Shadows of trees rise as a spectre, still, in the ghost-colored sky... poison drenched in sweetest nectar: the dream is the lie... Is it enough to break the days like glass, shatter valleys with my cry? O sky, color of tarnished brass... is it enough to die?

... palest shadows, evening fading. Air moves, passively, my heart. Fourteen years of ceaseless waiting, longinf for my life to start. Fourteen years of ceaseless waiting... all is lost of contentment's art...

(inspired by This Side of Paradise by F. Scott Fitzgerald)

i read your love-stained letters softly.
indistinctly, though the handwriting
was only too clear.

through your eyes, i saw shards of liquor
lacerating your autumn-colored dreams

and the implications
of your star-scented whispers
beneath the star-stripped sky.