Later then than now,
yesterday as we imagined,

so many things they think again,
and again
and again,

we passed this way my friends,
we made right now
into a happy place,
-just now, to remind you

we leave you photos of us
all at once,
taken from our robot eyes,

national pride financed projects.

Visible through this window,
go look, see the whole world,
in the cloud of all we ever knew

there is even one with the moon's

night side showing. We are small,

but I am in the red MAGA hat, waving.

I don't see you but you were there,

or possibly, would be if we took this shot
today, hook and loop, look at us, that's Earth.

That's where every prophecy was told from.

I feel sadness,
A quiet grief within me.
Not because someone has gone,
Not because life has ended.

We come into this world only to leave,
So why this sorrow?
Why this ache?
It’s not his departure that burdens my heart—
It’s the unhappiness he carried,
A life with so little joy,
So much pain.

Yet, through the window of my memories,
Whenever I saw him,
He was always smiling.
That smile—
Bright, enduring—
It lingers in my mind.

And now, I search for his picture
Amid a pile of photographs,
But I can’t find it.

People say i'm insightful.
when I hear the word and find the interrelation between it and I,
I'm placed back in a room with emotions coating
the surface of the walls.
Each corner is covered in passion.
I'm surrounded by all the things I've swallowed down,
they have returned to choke out of me.
The outside world does not know who I am, they cannot reach me.
I can barely reach myself.
No one came to save me and that drove me mad.
I lost my mind in that room.
I forgot how to breathe, I forgot what I was made of.
More unintelligible than articulate.
I lost so many pieces of my mind, I ate at the passion coated walls.
I got lost in the spirals of my own finger tips
I had sat within myself instead of the emotion sealed room.
Would you understand if I said that the parts of me that die still stay with me?
You use the word insightful.
I know myself so well that I see myself in others
and if I see repetition I fix it.
In his addiction I see connection
In her depression I see expression.
I connect with all of you because part of you was once me.
So insightful maybe.
Maybe I drove myself mad for a reason.
To lose my mind, find my soul.
Connection is a privilege, your experience is a process, to grow from it is a gift.

i swore this night would be the last
and as all clocks tick towards finality
enters the approaching doom
jagged shadows—
spiralling notation.
pilose and beckoning,
as the burbling temptation stains
the soft dress of a bantling star

and my limb, verbose, rises
en-pained and un-sought, a mind
which scrapes pigment to tear out
a soul's sliver
of cognition, yet fumbles
and the pattern rests still;
still, only in the eye

i like this small life
provided by universe

I've been wasting energy in various ways.
Especially in certain thought patterns and internal fights in my mind.

Time doesn’t move slow
If you were a butterfly you’d know
Chase the glow
Inspiration
Gentle melody
Flow
Cognition
Ephemeral beauty
Know
Transient light
Moon lit night
Carry it home
Inside and outside of time
Catching leaves on the wind
As i go
Sacred moments
Hope ergo
The deeper i get
The further i go
Depths unknown
Abyssal inspiration
Like melodies flow
Our days here are limited
By how many we do not know
Unlimited inspiration flows
Depth of mind
Peace in spirit
Lovely soul
Time is an ocean that is free to move upon its own tide
The coming and the going always aligned
Truth without knowing
Reflecting endless skies
—Timothy Charles Carter