verdant terra firma
deep abyss of azure seas
splashing colors ablaze
on a sphere, crafted in chronicles
woven fabric to shelter architectural arrangement
elixir in distilled scenery
a lasting preservation
May 15, 2022
May 15, 2022 at 9:20 PM UTC
a hushed midsummer ardor
toes deep in sand and brine
a breathless caress undercover
reflecting the skylines burning line
their cloaked embrace encircling
a misting seas whispered shrine
May 15, 2022
May 15, 2022 at 9:15 PM UTC
The dappled, grey sky fractures,
bringing a petrichor-scented breeze through my window,
mimicking the torment brewing inside.
I lay here, flesh frozen and cracked,
staring unseeing at the empty space I'll leave behind.
The spartan walls crowd in,
circling to compact my overworked senses
from bleeding out of my chest.
The loss parts way to darkness,
accented in sharp, stinging barbs
striking at my once treasured memories.
Holding my breath to stave off the pain,
I drift sluggishly, my arms heavy as lead.
Wrenching air into my starving lungs,
I'm held anchor in this cold prison.
The dreary world passes by
with ascribed demise marked ahead.
My eyes fall closed in cessation,
a submission from lent aid.
A bandage awaits beyond the graveyard.
May 15, 2022
May 15, 2022 at 9:14 PM UTC
Hush -
hear the stillness in the waters,
the calm and steady to and fro,
the ripple-less canvas
that delivers life to our door.
Clear and cavernous,
bliss is found in it’s depths.
Toes dipped in, cooling
in summer’s relentless heat.
Teaming with adventure,
dates chronicled in the flow.
Silence deafening, suppressing,
newness found in attention.
Hush.
Apr 24, 2021
Apr 24, 2021 at 4:09 AM UTC
Excitement pumped throughout my palms.
Sitting on the table,
I waited for a sign from you.
Hope lingered,
if only I would have known.
There was so much to look forward to
in this little room.
So many dreams to be had
by this small existence.
Only time would tell.
We held our breath
to hear our future.
Tears and anger followed.
There was no sign.
No sound.
No beat.
No life.
I’ll never forget the defeat
the denial
the devastation
the death.
You had barely just begun.
Now you will never be.
I felt it was my fault.
I could have done better.
I could have dreamed bigger.
I could have wished harder.
I could have…
done nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
I think about you often.
What would you look like?
What would you become?
Do you think of me too?
I’d like to think we’d be friends,
past the titles we were originally given,
but it will never be.
You left me that day.
It wasn’t your fault,
but I weep every year.
Understanding has never come.
My heart holds you still,
my joy.
Apr 24, 2021
Apr 24, 2021 at 4:06 AM UTC
Imposing green,
a lonely stretch
into the streaking sky.
Strong and steady,
never wavering,
even in the gales.
Crisp leaves
flutter and shift,
always reaching up.
Apr 24, 2021
Apr 24, 2021 at 4:03 AM UTC
ink tinged night
murky veil covering
dim, blood splattered eyes
cowering in the corner
sweat soaking skin
an outstretched arm trembles
grabbing the glass again
Apr 24, 2021
Apr 24, 2021 at 3:57 AM UTC
pen to paper
joy in the craft
don't lose momentum
a poet should prize
more than the analects
they put to a page
mark my word:
live in colors caught
expose and labor in the flow
sagacity is the destination
Apr 23, 2021
Apr 23, 2021 at 11:53 PM UTC
eyes softly caressing
fingertips alighting in goosebumps
whispers beckon the night
all are bridges to you
Apr 23, 2021
Apr 23, 2021 at 1:07 PM UTC
centered, I envision my next flux for the illuminant
deepening each stretch, I angle to the ruminant
breaths breathed deep, I press into a bent round
clearing my mind space, hands grasping at the ground
mornings pass by, entering each one in the same
renewing by imitating nature's avid, sparking flame
rhythm artlessly singing, conflict emptied at the door
consciousness absolved, my bond begins here on the floor
Apr 23, 2021
Apr 23, 2021 at 3:48 AM UTC