Coming Soon

I write my thoughts on different lines

Trying to always find a rhyme.

Hesitant to share with anyone

A feeling that the work is never quite done.

Coming soon, you shall see

perhaps a different side of me.

One that talks, one that writes

about the things that keep me up at night.

Open the Window

Open the window, open the door.
Open your mind to all you look for.
Through the gates, a flicker gleams,
realizing nothing is what it seems.

Death

Looms over us all,

expecting our fall.

Invulnerable, ignorant bliss.

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It's here and it's not,

older than wrought.

Our bodies, a final kiss.