Next Time

I was not so selfish in this life. I let you go and you found your fated happiness soon after our sun had set. But next time-- for my own sake-- I must be. Should our paths cross again in our next lifetime, I shall win your heart and keep it.

The Passion Token

I once found a token in the sand. Engraved on it was “Passion”. “Passion…” I whispered as longing caressed me. and my head felt on a high as I held it in my hand. For I knew there was an arcade game, that took Passion tokens just ahead. I knew a single token was good... Continue Reading →

Those Days

Most days, I'm good. I can get by and only think of you once— maybe twice— as a passing thought. Then there are days like today. When the breeze picks up and the rain draws near. When the leaves have all fallen and colder weather is here. I need a jacket— No— a blanket and... Continue Reading →

Something Seems Off

Something in the air has changed. If I could only trace my finger to the answer, I might shake this alien feeling. The rhythm is all wrong— Off by an unheard beat. However subtle it may be, The vibrations are different. This change remains nameless. Is it Good?  Bad?  Something else entirely? My mind perhaps... Continue Reading →

Bone Fragments

I have boxes of bone fragments I need to sort through and store away. They used to be full skeletons, but through the years that pass me by-- and even in the present-- today, On my highest closet self in the safest lock-box, they continue to decay.

For Travis

In but a fleeting moment, I caught a breath of the freshest air– a glimpse of a vibrant creation. Tragic its light was so brutally extinguished. With my own eyes, I saw it. Alas, this broken soul could not touch its warmth. These restraints held too strong. * From my poetry book Restless Reflections

Mortality

We cannot slow it down, the swift river flow, that passes through this town, like time.   Its focus remains forward, no matter the weight of distractions we constantly toss into it.   Sad that my years too flow through me, indifferently.  

Entice

So good on the surface does the warmth feel as it beckons to the bloom. The perfect ruse. Entice the flower’s soul just enough to open it up, then choke it with an icy breath until it shrivels. Magnificent. *from my poetry book, Restless Reflections.

Looking Back

He was never that guy that made my nerves implode His eyes were like oceans that hold endless horizons. He was a sunny day, and I once soaked in his rays A safe and warm home that I once called my own. He never made me lose any sleep. He never made my appetite weak.... Continue Reading →

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