Tumbleweed

Sunsets make me sad
and remind me of my emptiness in crowded buses
filled with men I'll never see again.

Sunsets also make me happy
because in this world so full meaning,there are a few things
that do not need to be understood to be loved.

Sunsets remind me of trying to count time,
like looking at the huge clock with roman numerals
 instead of regular numbers,in somebody else's living room.

Sunsets make me nostalgic,
of all the nights spent staring at glow in the dark galaxies
stuck to the ceiling like lying awake in a dream.

Sunsets set me free,to hope that
 one day I turn into tumbleweed,wandering without purpose,
or a dandelion,disintegrating,dancing with the wind.

Wanderdust

 Song:Dark Doo Wop

Faces beneath black gas masks,

Wilting flowers in place of hearts

Bodies that are bowstrings,

Arrows that are actions

There is no way to win

With ourselves,to win ourselves

Our own compassion

There is no forgiveness in the cities

Painted the colour of ash

Burning landscapes of the mind,

The smell of blood,a rainfall of feathers
 on heaps of bones,then,

the sky stares back,unblinking,as soft as snow

There is no light,only glimpses of darkness,

Mellow and empty

A skeleton weed of a tragedy

There is no mirage in this desert

It runs as dry as the fight inside us