Shh! as the steel door retract. 
The eyes begin to fall on you. 
All sound must cease, that is fact
And your silence is held by the few. 

Now as the box ascends upward
Stand in formation with others.
The wrapping of cables is heard
While personalities are under covers. 

Don’t watch. Don’t turn. Don’t look.
No good comes to those who peep;
For they are made temporary crooks. 
Only disdain is what they reap.

The box stops and the wall chimes. 
Someone exits and you try to breathe,
Try to compose yourself for the time
That you yourself prevent to receive. 

Now finally, after shaking
For only who knows how long,
You may finally exit the box raking
In the freedom that made you strong.

Poetic Thinking

When I think about words
Or rather just let my mind run,
I typically think in poetry;
It’s how my mind thinks.
As I think though,
I tend to become distracted with rhyme
And the scheme of it in time;
I tend to think in aabb meter
But here and there I do teeter.
And it is something about this
Flow and ebb of an ocean I do miss
When I am forced to focus,
Unable to perform my hocus. Continue reading

As Two Lovers Collide

At what odds will they be,
The two parts, opposing forces?
What happens when two hearts entwine,
Separated by distinct overlapping courses?
Be they in ecstasy? At qualms with each other?
Do the charms of love dust their eyes?
Or does the unmixable mixture fail
And create reversed fortunes in the skies?
The tension is palpable, fragile.
What will happen as two lovers collide?
Eruption, destruction, calamity; it seems
That the two forces by an “ex”, divide.
This is to show incompatibility
Since the lovers, their force separates.
Their history, their untimely past,
Their unified path now dissipates.