Bitter Bliss: A Poetry Collection

A bunch of small poems

slip into

the fog below the cliff

and let the ether

make something in you

too perfect for this world.

-ethereal

embrace the change

and don't be afraid,

for fear is a burden

no one

should bear again.

-burden

i know it is morning

but i am still tired

and coffee won't wake me up.

-tired

it sounds like

the name of some long-lost owl

which i see now it is

the eyes so empty

and 

unseeing.

-lacuna

not having one home

your home is where you are

is lonely for some

but not for me,

with a wandering heart.

-wandering

birth is

a new beginning

but something has to end

no

matter

what happens.

-new

dew on leaves

in mornings 

with fog swirling around ankles

can collapse into a river

with a curious

hand.

-dew

it is normal

it is habit

it is easy

but it is nothing special.

-convention

big and never-ending

but still fleeting somehow

like a hole

but not fulfilling.

-vast