Melt away our troubles Shine up high Be bright Don’t dull Stay in the sky For you there is no sunset We will siphon for the moon that never comes alone with your own warmth Watch over but never be part of two be of the stars but not too close never fade stay the… Continue reading solstice
Close your eyes and go to sleep Let your lashes lay across your lids Drifting softly Fluttering at gentle thoughts Quivering at grating threats Quieting persistant stress Risen with the sun Put to rest then darkness Color shadows dance Lips began to smile Your thoughts subdued By thoughtless ignorance Bliss escapes Breaths slow Till morning… Continue reading Sleeping is Such Sweet Sorrow
Beauty is beholding Beauty is fleeting There is nothing you can say To keep you from leaving You walk out the door Like the others before you And you won’t turn around when I say your name I remember that december When you held your hand inside of mine You said it was forever I… Continue reading Beauty’s Beholding
The Tale of the Vindictive Organ You left me, oh great one, when I needed you most No longer will I know the joys of buttered toast Do you remember where you used to be? Next to my stomach,right here, inside me. Vile little creature functioning at 2.5 percent I’d be lying if I said… Continue reading Gall Bladder Poem?
Communications 243 Communications 243, not much to see but the dreary droop of eyelids over coffee, hands go up , hands go down, the changing pitch of sound clings to my ear, don’t hear you come in and sit next to me. Turns out public speaking is free but what you said has been said… Continue reading Communications 243 free verse
It Remains My Memory and Your Regret Remember the time we never met Twinkling lights in the cold December air It remains my memory and your regret New beginnings with old intentions set The expectant smile and an enticing stare Remember the time we never met Lost in the list of love and leasing to… Continue reading A Vignette
There once was a time, when i rode this road, in search of him. In search of the one thing that made me feel lost, lost and confused, a form of hurt and abused, but see I was the kind of lost that a gps cant get you out of. Sure, I could turn left, turn… Continue reading There Once Was A Time