Poems from unpunkish
dark hides our demons,
but night is fragile. one light
can hold it back: you.
spring is forgetting,
spring is silent rain after
the real storm has passed.
i am drenched in rain;
i drip thunder, sigh lightning,
but you’ve quelled my storms.
an artist’s true skill:
giving purpose to mistakes.
you’re my masterpiece.
i write stories with
moonbeams, hang stars and planets
between earth-bound breaths.