Righteous Rhythms

I know it’s been a while…here’s a poem I wrote a couple nights ago when I found myself unable to sleep.

I cannot conceal the righteous rhythms,
The tempered resonance of the night.
My mind’s at crossroads, and my eyes-
Tracing the pillow’s embroidery,
Minute and directionless.

On a different note: I plan to start a new blog. Just for things I like: philosophy, fashion, thoughts on life, music, and whatever comes to mind.

Gathered

She gathered up the petals, one by one
Glued them on the stem which they’d come from
Left one on the ground, left it to rot
Began again, whispering “loves me not”