Escape - March 20, 2018

A student stood at the curb
Waiting for his ride to arrive.

I hurried my way back home.

Our paths would collide.

Discomfort arose
From this momentary presence.

We hid in our phones
To escape ourselves
And everything else unpleasant.

Asphyxiate - March 10, 2018

I stopped myself
To take a breather,

But I took it far too late.

My reluctant lungs
Could hardly handle

The second-hand sadness
Yours create.

Each blessing that falls
Into your hand

Soon meets its match
And asphyxiates.

Rose - February 13, 2018

I thought my heart was broken,
Or its voice far too soft-spoken
Until I walked past by a grave.

It was normally unkempt and bare,
But today a rose sings it a prayer:
A somber song their lover gave.