Autumn's amber hued
Sunday afternoons
are laced with regret
for days gone to soon.
Yellowed pages
folded and faded,
are the leaves underfoot,
sweet and decaying.
Now the fall moon
will be waning blue,
and so goes this life,
a memory too.
Sep 22, 2016
Sep 22, 2016 at 6:52 AM UTC
The beginning is promising
the middle's all muddled
the ending
...just
sorta....
Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 3:04 PM UTC
I will hide
my heart
deep
deep
away from the howling wind
this anxious
bitter
wind
will reach inside
and draw out my soul.
Sep 18, 2016
Sep 18, 2016 at 7:32 PM UTC
My night time reflection
in the car window
as we drive along in silence
tells a different story.
Smooth, moon washed skin,
shining white eyes-
I am almost beautiful.
Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 1:39 PM UTC
Annotated hate letters
sticky- posted to
every surface
until you get the
hint
Forgiveness is no longer an option
and this is not your mess to clean up
It is,
however,
your mind to make up
Although it would seem
that you already
have
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 10:27 PM UTC
Hope
is a vile,
deceitful creature.
Slowly
and
deliberately
instilling baseless confidence,
it knowingly assures
victory
where there is none
to be had.
Abandon hope
to those
less weary
and prepare yourself
for the inevitable
worst.
Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 8:23 PM UTC