Challenging the skies,
poking at pillows of puff—
human ambitions.
Big ideas
Tag: poetry
Hits you
Sniping away sleep,
not a shadow of remorse—
espresso, clean shot.
See?
Hidden in plain sight,
as the middle child, ignored,
blossom in a bush.
So changeable
They shine, they darken—
a face for every season;
facades and humans.
Fences
Casts them in neat rows
without a toe out of line—
world can’t restrain youth.
The Chaos Within 