Self-expressional Crooked poster on the wall Self-intentional Will you shatter, will you fall? Who will fix your frame of old?

Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils

A midst cold classrooms Seemingly short dialect Audio-connect Slowly frozen hearts will drip As conversations bubble

The spotlight glares down Bright, bright, sight, sight My cloak swiftly surrounds White, White, Swish, Swish, The fabric shell billows but stays

I pray for the day When my mind is clear Silence, sweet silence Schemes and impulses forgone To live without a shadow

I guess it’s about that time again time for another pointless relapse Time, like a dusty album record Spinning, around and around on end I want the needle to break or veer…

Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me

Foggy morning sky Your veil remains untouched by The flags of Autumn How cruel of you to kidnap Such keen keepsakes of your kin

A sudden waking From formless blinking through dre… Please, just one more year! Surprised to glance the moon’s fac… An hour before her phase

My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old

To etch a love song No earthy ink can suffice Only color drawn From such a naive heart-well Could paint even an inkling

Lofting lazily Enter murky depths of feel Quivering eyelids Two heavy from the weight of The thoughts that lead me astray

The darkest of nights It is on these nights I turn To these keys, clicking Fervently beyond reason Behind safely shadowed doors