Tuesday, October 27, 2009


When time slowed to a stop,
day was night and night was day;
and as those roman numerals slowly sank into each ocean,
time was no more.

Monday, October 12, 2009

Beautiful Blueberries

Amidst those beautiful blueberries
are frozen leaves of dew.
An area where trees dream of centipedes,
and white picket fences are the lines between the real and unreal.
Where snow blankets the earth and the air nips at my ears.
A place where the ocean inhales whilst the mountains exhale,
where history begins and ends.
An environment in which falling stars are caught in nets made of cotton and books are read from cover to cover.
In this niche I started anew but your past life you still retained.
That is where I realized to whom you will always belong.
Amidst those beautiful blueberries
is where I found and I lost you.