I saw it in the trees, in the way they leaned and twisted
as if in agony, a warning I had missed.

And then the night it happened, our hollow tree in flames,
and firemen running frantic, like ants in frenzy’s games.

The signs were there, but I chose not to see or hear,
the patient pine that fell, the maple’s snap severe.

Now as the world transforms, and all around me shifts,
the yellow house dismantles, fence lines torn like fabric rifts.

Ponds become backfilled graves, cabooses turn to tanks,
eagles to vultures morph, and wild grass to tiled ranks.

In this world of change and flux,
I whisper to myself,

“I should have known,” like Emily,
my heart a quiet delph.

For like her, I too see now,
the truth that I ignored,
the warnings that were given,
the signs I should’ve adored.

:: 04.04.2023 ::

As the sun departs and the moon ascends,
I sense the beast of teenage bliss, my friend,
The silver orb of night casts eerie light,
And I roam, unseen, in the inky night.

Seeking a morsel that’s delectable,
Beware, for my arrival is formidable,
From the depths of my soul and broken heart,
I am a living corpse seeking a part.

My visage, a ruse, to lure you in,
For I am a teenage zombie, with a grin,
My prey, like Mona Lisa’s smile, beguiled,
As I, with bliss and blood, am thus styled.

Run, run, when I am on the prowl,
My savage heart yearns for a feast, a howl,
The city, a jungle, and I, the beast,
A teenage fiend, obsessed, unleashed.

I crave the most, but accept the least,
A zombie of blood and bliss, at least,
The hunt is on, and you’re my prey,
My fangs, they gleam, in the light of day.

Oh, the ecstasy of my teenage years,
In blood and bliss, my hunger nears,
For I am a creature of the night,
With teenage bliss and blood, my plight.

:: 04.01.2023 ::