Atop a house stood a black cat. In the mighty sky flew black bats. Sunflower orbs stare back at the moon Stealthy as a raccoon lays the moon.
Behold Halloween Night
Atop a house stood a black cat. In the mighty sky flew black bats. Sunflower orbs stare back at the moon Stealthy as a raccoon lays the moon.
Within the tangled copse of my mind where thoughts grow wild and unruly, a foreign melody weaves through the thickets— uninvited, yet impossible to ignore.
A fierce butterfly emerges from chaos, embodying power and transformation, shaking reality and the cosmos, and heralding liberation through its untamed presence and fiery wings.
I must’ve signed some cosmic slip, A soul contract, a one-way trip. “Earth’s Awakening! Come One Come All! Answer now–the clarion call!”
I stared into the abyss, and it laughed at me— Mocking my snack choices and anxiety.
Welcome to my screwball brain Where thoughts really do matter, And chaos delightfully rains.
For days on end, the beeping cried, A phantom wail that never died. Through sleepless nights, through weary sighs, I questioned life. I questioned why.
A spectral wail, a phantom cry, An endless beep that will not die. It mocks my thoughts, it haunts my brain, A cursed sound, a shrieking bane.
If for a lingering moment I could talk with a mighty oak tree; A weathered sentinel, an ancient descent Of time's unfurling tapestry.
Cathartic celestial dew On a parched journey's path. Tear-shaped diamonds fall In a pitter-patter's dance.