Table of Contents

Soaked in rays of happenstance sights


If the Sun will Rise again Tomorrow

To Give and to Receive

Intentionally Unsweetened

Perceived Mentors

Stop Eating Me I’m Only Skin And Bone

You Were Born in my Memory

Dust Covered Windows

Before the Season Ends


Pouring Wine

Helium Balloon

Old Hand Holds Hanging Lantern

Evan Buckiewicz

I'm a writer, web artist and doll artist.



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Helium Balloon

You helium balloon,
floating in the air,
I adore you, balloon,
I’ll smother you with care.

I’ll take you out for walks
while you sway but never swoon,
hovering around the ground bound rocks:
my helium balloon.

The depths of myself I project onto you,
my lovely hollow moon,
but my projections reach nothing, nothing but plastic and air,

for you hold not a thought nor a care,
inanimate and bare,
you simply are there
(just a helium balloon), drifting through the air.

There’s no soul within your empty, plastic skin.
Yet still I’ll pretend, again and again.