September 19, 2019
I see myself as I was...
as I began.
You are me...
back then.
I am you...
now.
Is there one, is there two, is there three of us?
At times, confused by the trembling voices.
No longer afraid to feel your sadness.
Where there was once a picture there is empty space.
A bare table...
only chipped wood and faded paint remain.
The photo gone...
misplaced.
It reminds me of a time when night after night shouts led to nothing and I wasn't sure which...
September 18, 2019
I dare not think I know at all.
How can I know?
I am just a passing glance.
I know a bit about a windy day,
but what are rustles but a giggle as the wind breezes through?
I know of bees and pollination,
but the buzzing bee may talk of crops and I just can't understand.
The blinking stars may hide cities from afar.
How can I know?
I know biology and how life is made,
yet fingers and toes create from nothing in a goddess's form.
How can I...
September 18, 2019
Truth lies hidden, buried with the dead
The essence of our living, written but not read
When you stop to listen do you hear the anger and the pain?
And when you close your eyes do you see the devil reign?
The oceans lap up, reaching for the moon
Reflecting each other, creating a cocoon
An oval mess of colors and souls' burdens as they cry
Trapped in between the waters and the sky
In every corner, shadows slink about and creep
...
September 18, 2019
Not sure
But, it feels like I'm flying.
Smiling.
Twirling.
Perhaps I'm falling.
Pry my eyes open.
Gotta watch
This drug.
It can be potent.
Duck my head.
From all these heavy
Rocks and stones
Falling from fearful
Open skies.
I have
Eyes
In the back
Of my head.
But, up ahead
All is dark.
I'm blindfolded
In the front.
But, I can see behind me just fine.
My unwavering past
Trailing,
Sleeking,
Never leaving
Me.
Am I alone here?
I can't stop
Walking on.
But, I co...
August 15, 2018
Cough the scratch in your throat
Swallow the lump
You're desert parched
The world is blurred through flooded eyes
Blink, quick, so no one sees
But who would?
You're all alone here.
How can that be?
There are people all around
The buzz of chatter
So loud
You can't make out any words
But no one looks to you
A sunken stone-
your heart plunges to your stomach
Something's wrong
Move your feet!
Get out of there!
Grab someone!
Shake them!
Make them see...
March 1, 2018
I was so sure I knew the facts,
But the facts are swayed as easily as spoken words.
Lies and rumors.
Truth turns to fiction
And fiction turns to truth.
Minds change.
Opinions too.
And as inevitably as the world turns
-imperceptibly
-unnoticed
Belief becomes fear and fear feels real.
It is
The injury,
The cut,
The loss
Before the blood even flows.
Divine power is in belief,
Or belief is the power itself.
It spreads quickly.
Love.
Fire.
Poison.
Deadl...
November 13, 2017
Every single time the wind blows the house moans.
It bends slightly lower.
One day a strong gust
or perhaps even a gentle breeze
will whisper across the planks,
rattle the panes
and the whole structure will fall.
Collapse on itself.
Wood and metal,
photos and memories
tossed into a heap of rubble and anguish.
And misplaced dreams.
And circling
hovering above it all will be a cloud.
A heavy, suffocating storm of gritty particles.
We will be b...
November 13, 2017
I clutch my ears
Cringing from the deafening silence.
The blank emotion blasts
a trumpet's horn.
There was once hope and promise
But it was not enough.
That weak foundation
Never treated
Never built upon
It splintered
It tarnished
With cracks
And creaks.
Tread carefully
Walk gingerly
And be mindful of where
You place your steps.
A hope
A promise
Once ignited a spark.
A hope
A promise
Now an empty cavern
Full of so much sadness.
I enter sparingly.
A ho...
August 31, 2017
Fall away from the world and see it for what it truly is.
Watch it spin on axis.
Watch people love.
Witness others' happiness
Experience acts of kindness.
Know what hate is and realize what it destroys.
Become your environment:
The children hungering for treats
The mothers wishing they could spare the money
The wealthy aching for something to waste their money on.
The birds- so free to roam, yet trapped in this world.
The fish...
June 29, 2017
A feather, a leaf
Floating, Blowing
Along a gentle breeze.
Once a part of something?
Possibly.
A long time has passed in the drifting wind.
There's no memory of belonging.
Driftwood churning on endless waves,
Tumultuous seas.
Are there others like me?
This wayward dance
Results in a type of loneliness.
So tired
Of trying to be like everyone else.
More than tired.
An exhausted soul.
Bone weary.
But maybe
Everyone's doing the same thing.
Maybe eve...