I’d rather be lithe and living amongst the trees, climbing with a song,dancing barefoot on oak limbs. I’d rather fallonto … More
Tag: poem
Bright Eyes
Your bright eyes are shaded. The beaming blue is simpering along with your crying eyes, running a race, blue winning … More
Revisiting
I feel at home and out of place. I see the golds and blues and whites, your floor boards and … More
Abstract Tomorrow
Tomorrow can sometimes be a worrisome word, provoking insidious whirlwinds of anxious thoughts and a certain uncertainty with them. The … More
When Memories Are Alive
The wind blew through me, underneath this naked tree. High on the peak, it takes me back to a time … More
You Are a Masterpiece to Me
Riding in your car, the windows not working and the backseat a mess, soon is nowhere in sight as the … More
Beside You
I will be there, when no one else is. I will stand up for what’s right, when no one else … More
A Break in Our Day
It’s November and flurries are spouting from the clouds, soaring to the ground. Bracing against the cold, we walk into … More
Venture On
I’m begging life to allow me to explore again, like when we were small. We’d dash swiftly through the long, … More
The Sound
It ended abruptly, the soft, chiming noise that swam through his ears. When it first began, he knew he couldn’t … More
Face Me
It never mattered. I’m still here . I stayed despite your will for me to fall. I stood tall. I … More
Smiling Eyes
You’re playing with your friends. Maybe you’re playing by yourself. Your room is packed with all sorts of toys that … More
Battle of Wills
Our struggle is endless. Time aides but only in minuscule means. Change is only possible when one is willing … More
Even in The Daylight
Daylight breaks the darkness outside of these six foot windows. The sky lightens slowly, shifting from a hard deep navy … More
By Winter’s Hand
In the distance, white fluff is powdering the cold crisp grass. The trees are bare and vulnerable to the icy … More
A Superfluous Dream
Last night I returned to a place that is familiar. My old neighborhood looks the same, only more animated, louder, and … More
Pacifying Panic
I don’t want to think anymore. As I watch the walls close in and the sounds fade to white noise, … More
Chasing Tails
Humanity is like a dog chasing his tail. Once we get what we want, we become bored and start the … More
Stone. Cold. Silence.
The whispering echoes reverberated amongst the wide room Piano keys softly chimed accompanied by baritone singing Outside that room the … More
Tore Down Your Studio
You paint a nice picture. You’re such an expert liar. You contact me with such urgency, only to bring up … More