Monthly Archives: May 2016


If I could be the ocean,
I don’t think I would be blue.
And if I could be a fragment of soil,
I probably wouldn’t produce.

If the sun didn’t rise
Or the flowers didn’t bloom
I would say “Oh, well”
For now I’ve summoned
A gush of remorse
Which I don’t think can be undone.

I’ve tried to give in
Or rather, give up
But this darkness clings to me.
For now I’ve blown out
A Candle
And my skin burns with wax.

On and on,
Like tides high and low
I feel the rise and fall.
For I can only recount
The illusion behind it all
And it cannot be