If music was a person

Grab my heart while it's beating

Feel each beat

Echo in your palm

And resonate throughout my body

Steadily and loudly

Memories

I don’t like memories,

They make me sad.

Like two wyverns

dying in the green.

Ships taking to

another universe.

An Eulogy to Time’s Phases by Lucy Pickett.

A remix to “Time’s Paces” by Henry Twells, this is personal to me.

floating coins

floating coins fly from my hands.

they go to material things- to clothes and

coffee, and gifts for family.

the floating coins go into a black hole,

The Coulors of Winter

Inside warm, fire is bright,

Snapping and crackling the quiet away

Yellow, harsh and comfortable

Outside cold, dark as night,

The Man that Always Ran

I remember when

My dad used to

Take us to Dinosaur Park

The T-Rex

Would roar it’s mighty roar

And we would

You

I don’t know you,

I wonder who you’ve become.

I think of the way you were years ago, the way you’ve changed,

I wonder what made you become this person.

Beauty

I saw so much beauty at a quick glance

I first glanced and felt lifted,

By an aura of something powerful.

I didn’t know the word.

But I knew the feeling.

I remember

I remember light blue

orange sunsets,

I remember ice cream trucks

Sweet melodies signaling dessert,

I remember pb&j’s

Honeycomb

Like bees buzz

To a hive,

You drew me in

With words and promises.

Poison spilled

From your mouth,