Limit-Breaking Form

my shadows are not so easily
of Fear,
and Shame;
a constant onslaught
against my spirit
and mind.
But now,
i can hear your song
and from it,
an indelible bubbling
from within;
i focus these into my fists
and i am ready
to do battle
once again.
i must see the future
i fight for
come true.


Umbral Flight

Schala’s Theme, Chrono Trigger, Mitsuda/Uematsu

if i am to love you,
then it will be
in all the hidden ways
the Moon
devotes himself
to the Sun.
Upon twinkling stars
does my heart beat
for you, and you
’tis a fate such as mine
that lends the world
its joy;
that i can be
but a humble reflection
of your kindness
and love.
Weep not,
my solar darling,
for I am accustomed
to the cold void.
i gaze outward,
beyond the stars,
dreaming of that fateful day
when i am consumed
by your holy flame;
to be eclipsed by you,
in body,
and spirit.
until then,
i drift endlessly
on silver-gilded visions
of stardust
and you.



there resides in us
another moon;
one that reflects the darkness
and shadows
that lay banished
by our consciousness.
very few
are able to catch a glimpse
of its umbral glow,
but the ones that do,
become something more
and something less.



you traded
your freedom
and your voice
for safety.

was it worth it?

are you any happier now?

i really don’t think you’re going to like the ending.



maybe there are people
that are just too broken,
too hurt,
too full of anger
and disappointment
to love again.
i wonder what will happen
to those people.
i wonder
what will



i understand.
i had to lose them all
and learn to love the trees,
the mountains,
the sea,
the flowers,
the stars.
i had to learn to love the wild
so i could love the wild
in you.



It was maybe only a moment.
and I.
The sun ignited the honey in your eyes
and I held you close.
The smell of you
flooded my lungs,
drowning me,
yet I did not want to be saved.
In that moment,
I knew the struggle of Atlas,
of having to carry a world
in your arms.


You, and Stars

You know what sounds good?
A bottle of cheap wine
on a hill overlooking a city
with you
in our own little corner of the world
looking up at the stars
and getting drunk
off each other’s laughs.
A man can dream for the smaller things,


The Crow

Allow me,
little flower,
to carry your pain
even if it is only
for a little while.
You cannot bloom
with so heavy a heart
and mind.
Allow me to shoulder it,
little flower.
Empty your eyes,
so full of sadness
and bitterness,
upon me
so that for once,
even if for a moment,
you are not carrying your world


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