pyre

cast off the tips of blue flames
the crackle of the burning embers
warmth emitting from the core
light casting shadows
as fuel burns quickly
everything weakens
flames hinder
embers burn out
warmth turns cold
light disappears

darkness is only a spark away
to bring me back

retrograde

the blood in your veins travels quicker then the light in your eyes.
from your heart to your fingertips in ten seconds short.
just like the words from you lips always come out as lies.
every last syllable, noun and verb twist and contort.
never letting the truth be shown in your eyes.
looking side to side to escape as a last resort.

the comfort in my heart gets disrupted with every beat.
beads of sweat descend from my temples.
in the cold of the night i still feel the heat.
does your blood boil in each and every vessel.
on this old empty warn out street.
with signs covered in rusted metal.

we always end up here, two figures in the dusk.

kumiko

i fell in love with a girl from okinawa
she was beautiful and danced on the moon
always had a little ribbon in her hair
wished i didn’t have to leave
back to my home town
far away

i gave my heart to her in okinawa
cool summer nights with morning rain
hands always intertwined
our lingering fears grow
being separated
broken again

if i ever go back to okinawa
will i see her smile and the way she floats
wind gracing her hair
forget my mistakes
take me home
some day

spiteful

will you ever stop reminiscing about the past (how it wronged you) or the future?

i cast off layers of doubt (memories of failure) with a blade of acceptance. 

 the words of the future (time advances (never escaping) without me) can never stop you

from turning around to look (gazing endlessly) at what once was. 

cast off your ignorance (bliss) to let yourself finally feel freedom. 

(hide away) conquer existence 

to reveal identity (selfless)