Inky Thoughts

Pen-stained thoughts move clumsily around my mind,
and settle there
like road blocks.
As ink-blots
on fragile paper,
they taper
happiness down
until there’s nothing left.
Just scratches of the nib
on an already torn-up pad.
How sad
for my joy to be governed by another,
of leather-bound cloak.

All That Glitters

I tell you that emotions glitter
like sunlight shattered by moving water,
Making cheeks glisten
damp with liquid soul.

You tell you that’s ridiculous
and smile,
Making eyes sparkle
alive with dancing fire.


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