My heavy heart laced
with such sweet bliss
all these memories
such relentless joy
and I know
it is not over
there will be more
laughter to come
more happy tears to shed
it will be different
difficult at times
you will sleep somewhere new
I will wake and you will
not be here
as I leave for work
I will whisper into
the empty house
"I love you"
the days will pass more slowly
the nights will linger
no need to worry
there is much comfort weaved
into all this melancholy
this is just what happens next
the inevitable passing of time
how did it happen so quick
the captain of your own ship
heading off into uncharted seas
you will find your way
you will set your own path
oh what joy
what sweet bliss
to watch these days unfold
to see where you will go
to see what you will do
what wonders you will make
and know no matter
how far you travel
or how many days pass
you will always
have a home
in my heart
22h ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 7:47 PM UTC
to watch the horizon crumble
lost to the wind
and then to be no more
weep not for my passing
for in knowing you
I have loved
and been loved
and not even
the death of eternity
can steal that
from my heart
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 9:57 AM UTC
his heart heavy
with memories of laughter
sobbed softly inside his ribs
skeletons of weeds
marched through the yard
dead wildflowers the color of ghosts
swayed over the soil
it was just a house now
nothing but creaking wood
empty haunted halls
pots and pans sat quietly
inside the cold cupboards
there was nothing to feed
other than his sorrows
he couldn't imagine
any tomorrows
that would hold up
to all the yesterday's
that had past here
in a world where nothing changes
for him nothing was the same
and in that
everything was new
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 9:54 AM UTC
Love in the color
of bruises
tender shades of blue
lingering soft purple hues
love isn't always red
the brushes gentle touch
stains the paper
as the colors dance
in the water
I can't count all the tears
I've shed
I wouldn't say
life isn't fair
but only since I've learned
that life isn't cruel
it hasn't always been good
and I honestly don't know
how I survived the nights
that I wanted something darker
than wanting to die
but I'm still here
my heart is still beating...
broken again and again
but it never stopped working
it never stopped...
love isn't always red
why would I ever
want these scars to heal
these colors to fade
to forget...
love isn't only red
it's there
in all that's been broken
it's there
in the color of bruises
Nov 17, 2025
Nov 17, 2025 at 1:53 PM UTC
She had him dangling by a thread
a little mouse caught in a trap
he was desperate to watch her undress
but he wanted to see more
than what was just below her clothes
he wanted to see what
was underneath her skin
what mysteries hide beneath her flesh
what songs danced in her marrow
what wine drank in her blood
he could smell the poetry
waiting to be pressed
between her lips
his heart pounded so hard
against his ribs
he could swear he felt
his bones breaking
his head was light
and thought eluded anything rational
she smiled knowing
she could do anything
and he would worship her for eternity
and that's all she did
simply smiled
Sep 15, 2025
Sep 15, 2025 at 4:41 AM UTC
I imagine one day soon
I will feel deaths hand
placed softly on my shoulder
her touch will be warm and tender
and I won’t have to turn around
to know she’s there
I’ll feel the weight of the grief
swimming in the tears
of the family I leave behind
I’ll hear the whisper of future laughter
from all of those I loved
when pain and grief
trade places with found memories
as my life flashes before my eyes
I’ll invite death to sit beside me
and I will slow down the replay
and I will pause and point
and laugh and pause
and shake and cry
and pause again
and point again
and laugh until I cry
one last time
one last time
as we begin my walk through valleys
unknown to me
I imagine death will smile
to have witnessed
all I had to share
Aug 10, 2025
Aug 10, 2025 at 5:52 PM UTC
and just like that you were gone
the good light dimming
as it sank below
the horizon of life
and slowly slipped
to the secret places
only known to moonlight
and butterflies
and its true... our hearts
are heavy with grief
but we are fortunate
that you gave us
so much to love
that you gave us
so much love
that even though our hearts
are heavy with the news today
we can take comfort in knowing
that your memory
and everything
you gave to us in your life
will one day soon
make our hearts smile again
that even from wherever
you may be hiding now
that we will laugh and sob
and grieve and find joy
with you again
and again
and again
and I know when
we need it most
we will find you in
the good light again
Jul 15, 2025
Jul 15, 2025 at 5:54 AM UTC
she walked through his dream
and played the violin
he sat shyly on the corner
of her bed and listened
to the rhythm of music
that pulsed from the strings
he knew it was only a dream
as she sat down next to him
and smiled her gentle smile
they would never met
in the waking world
they would always be strangers
in different places
at different times
yet somehow she would
always be with him
a small piece of
golden thread
stitched into the fabric
of his soul
she whispered something
of poetry to him
and pointed to
the clock on the wall
of her room
the second hand marched
in its circle
and the minute
stepped into place
while the hour stood still
he looked at her
with a hint of sadness
in the corner of his eye
knowing he would wake soon
knowing he did not know
when she would be here again
he went to speak to her
but before his lips could move
he woke up
in his dark room
alone in his bed
his eyes still lazy
stumbled around
hoping to catch
one last glimpse of her
there was nothing there
but the silence of morning
his eyes closed again
as he sat up
and moved to the corner
of his bed
he sat still for a moment
knowing the hour
was in no rush
and he listened
to the quite of the morning
and he smiled his worn
but happy smile
and from within his chest
he could hear
her violin playing
the harmony of her heart
Jun 2, 2025
Jun 2, 2025 at 11:25 AM UTC
I am lucky enough
to be able to
sit here today
and write down
that I've watched
more than fifty years go by
in what has mostly
been a blur
and in that time
I have laughed
and I have danced
and I have loved
and been loved
and I have cried...
I have really, really cried...
and painfully and truthfully
I must admit that
I honestly don't know
how I survived
the nights that I cried
until there was
nothing left of me
that there was only
the heavy
and the hollow
in my chest
that continued to cry...
there were tears
and snot
and heaving
but I was gone...
no longer really there
but somehow
I made it through
I came back somehow
I woke up the next day...
and today I am grateful
beyond words
to still be here today
I know with fifty
plus years gone
there will soon
be a tomorrow
that I will not see
and that it will
come in a flash
but that does not trouble me
as I have said before
Death will make lier's
of us all in the end
we all must one day walk
into the shadows
of the unknown
but I know in the time
I've seen pass
my heart has been
blessed and filled
with the light of love
and I know in whatever time
I have left
that light
will not dim
but grow brighter
and when the shadows come
how lucky I will be
to have such
a beautiful life
to say goodbye to...
May 26, 2025
May 26, 2025 at 4:18 PM UTC
The hangman's noose
dances in the wind
and the blood of the past
is printed below
the white washed pages
of our history books
Hatred repeats itself
as it bares it's rotted
yellow teeth
and spills it putrid
green bile
and shouts
it's hollow anger
Any chance of sensibility
or kindness corrode
on the branches
of the family tree
as poison is passed down
in the blood
festering in the heart
generation after generation
Nothing changes as the history
of hatred is stuck on repeat
and the burden of hope
grows heavier still
but we must carry on
for without hope
love cannot survive
and without love
there is no hope
at all
Mar 12, 2025
Mar 12, 2025 at 8:16 PM UTC