HISTORICAL PUZZLES

I am perceived and divided. You see me as bound by history. A set of experiences chaining me to the railway. Boundaries marked. Respect tried and failure too often won. Knots tied but carefully unraveled. I am but your servant. Your true beloved, And so much more as my duty has been sworn. Because of…

UNCONDITIONALLY

There will be many Who will love your smile They will tell you jokes Just so they can claim it There will be many Who will love your eyes Will want to dive deep Into the magic they hold There will be many Who will love your heart They will try to mark it Etch…

WE WERE BORN POLITICIANS

I stood still Invisibly quiet A bystander A witness To an atmosphere Gaining tension Not me, no way It wouldn’t be me Tipping the scale The precarious needle Into the red territory Crimson delicacy Marking danger Overloaded Overheated Over the limit Voices were angry And so very loud Eyes were enraged Focused and wide Yet…

YOU ARE THE SUN

I look out and see a meadow covered in fog.  It is as if the whole world is sad and the earth is listening.  My brain can relate.  Depression feels like that fog.  Drifting silent above the world.  Alone yet not.  An atmosphere confused and heavy. But then the sun comes out and things begin…

CALL ME CAPTAIN

  Endless moments were given birth Rippling reflections of the past Floating effortlessly into my future Often, I sail back to those moments That made it into lasting memory And find those that changed me Those tidal waves of insecurity The typhoons that toppled me Each storm followed by peace Fashioning a strength that comes…

HELD BY DESPAIR

May is Mental Health Awarness month. I suffer from anxiety and depression.  Many people do.  I imagine many mental illnesses require the same if not more attention than depression does.  It is exhausting always having to search yourself for motive and intention.  It isn’t easy to separate rational ideas and expectations from irrational ones. Reality…

UNCLEAR

So many of us have an unclear perspective of ourselves.  We can’t see what other people see.  Why?  Well… We all see things differently. For every 10 people who find me unattractive another 10 will find me average and yet another 10 will find me beautiful.  I think the trick is to practice selective listening.…

BROKEN CONCENTRATION

  My words get drawn Letter by letter And by the time they are spoken They are nearly all faded As transparent as invisible ink Passed over and overlooked Not important Or too insignificant The power put into them Stolen By passing parades Negligent attention spans And broken concentration

BURY ME

Nightfall crawls restless Inside invisible veins Caressing my shoulders With shadowy hands Kissing my lips, my body Feeding my hungry aches Anxious for its presence I lie still under its weight Miles from daybreak Praying that night Will absorb my lust And bury me Underneath fields of light