A Rejection

First shot by Cupid’s Arrow

Now stabbed by a knife and it is being twisted

An eternal wound with eternal scars

My heart broken into infinite shards

Like a vase that fell from a great height

The dam of my soul cracks

It breaks and oceans of tears welcome me to my bed for many nights

A bed cold and lonely for I have brought no company

I greet darkness like an old friend, but it be ...

An Ode

Kudos to my loves old, but not forgotten

My loves that I still long for like that felt by wolves howling at a full moon

My loves that have left their marks on me like ruins of civilizations of yesteryear

My loves that make me ponder: What if?

What if we had gotten together?

Instead of a satisfied heart like the belly of a well-feed gourmet, I have experienced nothing but the breaking ...

I never was an early riser

But I didn’t always live so often and so deep in Darkness

I always had Yin and Yang

The light of day and the light of happiness to contain the darkness of sorrow that was born out of my traitor

Golden days of gold and greens. Sky blues and cotton clouds.

Golden, warm days to go with my bitter, cold nights. Nights where the traitor comes.

A traitor he is. For he...