Broken Pathways 

Two eyes like Phobos and Deimos, my mind their mother Mars.
The endlessness bounding onward beyond andromeda stars.
A galaxy all of my own, confined to the midnight hours.
Awake deconstructing thoughts, collapsing ivory towers.
A land thought to be baron, a civilization hiding in fear.
A planet of things left unfinished, a wasteland of broken gears.
I found an old rocket ship, but all its parts were out of place.
Hopeful to escape the lonesome nights, leaving but a trace.
The glow from distant stars, showed the twinkle of a key.
As I started to brush away the sand it grew into a tree.
I climbed through broken branches moving with all my might.
When I reach the top I was greeted by a tiny orb of light.
I grabbed it in my hands and placed it in a jar.
Unsure of its purpose or mine, but it’s the best I have so far.
I took it to the old rocket ship and set it free into the air.
It whizzed around the engine leaving nothing but a flare.
The engines been ignited, so I climbed my way inside.
Flying to me is foreign, but at least I can say I tried.
It started off the ground, blowing debris and a mass of sand.
I wish I knew which way to go so maybe I’d understand,
Which path will finally take me where I wish to go,
Or which path will make me stagnant or which will help me grow.
Perhaps I’ll let the universe decide the final fate I seek.
Perhaps the decision was never mine, accepting sweet defeat.
I fly into the distance, with an end nowhere in sight.I let the universe guide my hands. I’ll just enjoy the flight. 


True Intentions

It wasn’t like it all started this week

Not for me, I’m assuming not for him.

I’ve always felt it, but we never spoke

Not about that bubble, our bubble.

Where the haunting of our current love

Could not disrupt our emerging one.

I’ve always felt it, but we never spoke 

Not about how similar we were or 

About how the happiest I’d be in months

Was just catching up on the phone.

Or how anytime things got tough we’d run 

To each other, but we’d hide under our 

Veil of friendship, our little bubble.

Where we’d act like intention was innocent

But I’ve always felt for you what I feel now

Timing has just never been convenient.

When things dissolved for one, they’d flourish

For the other. A tennis match where there’s

only one racket that we pass back and forth. 

But I finally found another racket.