Written for a friend of mine. May your wife rest in peace. This city full of life Grew much quieter The day you left You were my wife My sole proprietor Now I am bereft Left to wander Day to day to day As months pass I sit here alone Each day I squander With…
This would describe my favorite rainy afternoon. Being able to awaken to the person you love each morning…hearing the soft rain, turn to thunder outside as well as inside. Tangled up in Messy sheets Clothes ripped Shredded and torn Lying scattered On the floor Wild passions Breaking silence Give me what I need Let’s leave…
She imagined the stars Were bright shiny hearts Blinking as they beat Having lived a good life Having been loved by And cherished by one Hearts that were once Empty lanterns waiting To be lit by someone Hearts that became stars To share with us The love that made them
The night dances even though day We go from dark to light to dark again From waltzing to swaying to waltzing again Our steps paced evenly hand in hand We pay no mind to the flickering lights To the rolling of the hills outside our door Or the way the sky knocks heavily on…
Liquid prisms Caught the light Falling desperately Sounding like Shattering glass Shards of hope Splintering on Checkered floors Black and white Copyrights Stepping on Red carpets Unfolding Flawed Unraveling Lazily across Pressure points Where mean girls Wait to draw blood And where dreams Drown in the prisms Of so many tears
Fat bullets stand aimed and ready To pierce holes in dissenting viewpoints Marching in a depressed state of silence And cut down by the hopeless rhetoric The core of humanity will become restless It will chime in chorus over rooftops And cough up the poisonous ideologies The phlegm made up of failed policies and The…
Sand falls from the sky Scouring the oxygen and Melting under the heat Of the far too bright sun The grit scrubs our faces Until we are sinewy Muscled skeletons Turning our bones Into prisms of glass One false step and we fall Covering the ground In colorful shards of Reflective mirrors Until the world…
Certain names Just the spelling of them Or the places you see them Or the context which they’re placed Make you want to slit your wrists Certain scenes Remind you that you are garbage A piece of trash, disposable, used A pile of shit to be carefully avoided Or even worse Turn you into the…
Her eyes flew open And black fear Sprang to life and jumped From her pupils Adrenaline pumped Fast and hard Into every breathing cell Supercharging them Killing some with demands Animating her still body Into a pliable marionette She threw off the covers Texted her boss an apology And high-tailed her arse Adrenaline still pumping…
Phantom steps… steps… steps… Walk around his bed at night He smiles, half asleep, knowing He was loved and taken care of Time warps itself around him Carries him too often from here And he longs for those moments Between sleep and wake Where he can feel her presence Pretend for just a few more……
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