ad astra

and thus it be
our lives for that discovery
to seek the beautiful, les belles fleurs
hence why we're here, our yearning souls
searching, wandering, believing
explorers of the ether,
you and me

[inspired by "les étoiles sont belles à cause d'une fleur que l'on ne voit pas" - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry in Le Petit Prince]

autumn whispers

do you hear the autumn whispers?
a breeze lost in the sun
the leaves pirouette all around
what is a summer gone
but a tire still left swinging
and a little girl left laughing
but then the autumn whispers
the dreaded maple taste
so sweet, serene, oh so sedating
hark, a crimson apprehension
a rich and musky melody
sounds an earthy call of duty
tell me, hear you the autumn whispers?
a sun lost in the clouds
innocence lost in the past

[inspired by my first real autumn]

the tale of the lonely boy

a lonely boy
who has a lonely heart
he rides his lonely bike
along a lonely path
he rings his lonely bell
to hear the lonely sound
of no one being there
just him, his lonely self
and then the lonely boy
he sees a lonely girl
and thus the lonely boy
falls in a love

[inspired by a random passerby on campus]

freshman

what?
not.
maybe just a smidge.
is it too late?
gone.

the ghost of summers past

and so he comes,
the ghost of summers past
the years forgotten, ringing hollow
those which you wasted all in sorrow

speaking, asking, demanding
a question, you have no answer
thus you beg for a forgiveness
oh but time is a silent witness

please, i tried, you scream
it echoes in his dark eyes
a reason you try formulating
even to you it was not convincing

slowly you begin to remember
the dreams he wanted fulfilled
the stories he hoped you'd write
wishes he prayed for every night

and so he comes,
a child you wish you knew
but you've failed, you know at last,
him, the ghost of summers past


[inspired by my friend's 18th birthday and her depression about getting older]

like them, inside

i wish i hadn't found that wooden door
i wish i hadn't seen the light at the end
i wish i hadn't walked over the fence
and i wish i hadn't tasted the free land

i wish i hadn't left
i wish i had just stayed, inside
i wish i could be one of them

if only i could follow the path set for me
if only i could ignore that wooden door
if only i could be satisfied
and if only i didn't want anything more

if only i didn't leave
if only i had just stayed, inside
i could be one of them

i should have kept my eyes closed
i should have climbed back over
i should have lived the life i should
and i shouldn't have known of any other

i should have never left
i should have just stayed, inside
then i will be one of them

inside, happy, not wanting any better
it's funny the saying i didn't believe
oh but now i know, a little too late
ignorance is fucking bliss.


[just me whining about the curses of having led an easy life, and when now it gets all difficult]

happy birthday, dad

alone we were to fall
lost in the winds, trapped in the shadows
but when your hands grasped ours
your smile promises us of life once more


[a short verse i wrote for my dad for his 50th birthday, inspired by something my friend matt wrote to me once]