to grieve a loss
and fight regret,
that’s what mourning is for.
to start anew
but not forget,
that’s what morning is for.
Feb 8, 2024
Feb 8, 2024 at 1:28 AM UTC
Walking by a wedding
as the cherry blossoms sway
in the quiet afternoon
of a dawning summer’s day
Walking by a wedding
what a sparkle in her eye
with the prettiest bouquet
I must say
what a picture-perfect wedding
I’m passing by
Walking by a wedding
as the gentle music starts
see them gliding down the aisle
with smiles
so joyous they shatter my heart
Walking by a wedding
hear the promises bestowed
glad he has found someone new
but who knew
when he asked, that I’d say no?
So,
I’m walking by a wedding
as my dreams are led astray
in the quiet afternoon
of a dawning summer’s day
Standing there and waiting
what a sparkle in my eye
in the whitest winter dress
bated breath,
what a picture-perfect wedding
has passed me by
Feb 8, 2024
Feb 8, 2024 at 1:12 AM UTC
I thought
I left you behind
the last time you came
to take me
and yet
I hear you
pounding
inside my mind
come place your hand
in mine
I swear
I left you behind
and yet
I hear you pounding
pounding
pounding
alright
I let you inside
now darkness comes
in the daylight
and you're
just too dark
to fight
I hate
I let you inside
because
I had the key
and yet
you got the best of me
Jun 5, 2022
Jun 5, 2022 at 7:36 PM UTC
The first time I saw her
shivering from the rain
I knew
she was the one
Her perm flattened
her lipstick smudged
and still
her beauty reigned
As she sat before me
cigarette in hand
I asked
you want a light?
The spark ignited
glistening blue eyes
shining
through clouds of smoke
Her humor was dry
as the ten-cent toast
her smile
as smooth as the brew
We talked about war
wishing it would end
with hopes
our boys would win
I swallowed my fears
forced a tiny smile
I knew
I'd never see her again
Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 2:07 PM UTC
Jim and Mary Jane
down on lover’s lane
too old to refrain
too young to feel afraid
till blood and bone remain
in rays of moonlight
Aug 12, 2019
Aug 12, 2019 at 7:25 PM UTC
I followed a rainbow
to its *** of gold
but found
I had grown too old
Jul 28, 2019
Jul 28, 2019 at 4:51 PM UTC
I want to stumble on
the sand
Crushing castles
As my feet meet the
shattered remains of
bonfires
Slicing and dicing
Stinging from the
salty sea
At least then I’d know
I'm awake.
Jun 28, 2019
Jun 28, 2019 at 12:11 PM UTC
Wallflowers
drifting through walls
wilted
rotting family trees
like fungi feasting
on buried roots
Jun 28, 2019
Jun 28, 2019 at 12:05 PM UTC
Cherries taste succulently sweet,
wet with morning mist
Beckoning boys in summer's heat,
hoping they’ll be picked
Cherries gleam ripe ruby red,
when growing wild and free
Dreaming to whom they will be fed,
a cherry’s jubilee.
May 23, 2019
May 23, 2019 at 6:14 PM UTC