Moving, I stumbled across the mug you
always insisted on having your tea from...
When death took you, you refused
to go quietly. Sirens echoed in the pit...
Imran, Imran, Is that you?
What happened at school today...
To the walls of Babylon I float
In the summer heat of centuries...
Surprise visits must not be for people in love...
because here I was, in this cave with no lanterns...
I think you lead me to
the verge of insanity...
You and he: both dislike my poetry, both confuse...
with a desire to cloak my nakedness, but he said I...
The poet is against himself,
in constant struggle for air...
Kuebiko once again stood
tall and proud...
When you open up a heart that barely trusts,
When you spill your soul to someone else...
Two shadows lurk on moonlit deck
as Halsey is reuniting the fleet...
I was always a terrible musician.
Out of tune...out of touch...