Ash, Dust, and Embers

Sifting through ash, dust, and embers,
In awe of how the fire had rendered
and scewed this old place--I can't remember
How our house even burnt down.

Confused whether to invest in joy or sorrow;
For building and burning always changes tomorrow
So at least extend your hand, for I'm sure I could borrow
any help in leaving this town.

Finding our portrait in ash, dust, and embers,
and in spite of ruin, you make me remember.
What a fool I've been to again surrender
To what just will return to the ground.

A Student

A student who's swallowed in

  his own institution.

He comes up with problems,

  but can't find solutions.

Every thesis he's thought,

  he's wrote down in blood.

But he can't seem

  to write down Love.