reality is all that exists.
context is the curtain edge of
the proscenium.
the play is
you and I
performing every day.
ovations and uproar
are all just noise in the end.
Dec 1, 2024
Dec 1, 2024 at 9:08 PM UTC
her kisses
are hot cocoa, sweet on my lips.
her arms
a fireplace, holding warmth between us.
her eyes
are christmas lights, glowing in the cold.
her love
is winter dust, a most beautiful thing to hold.
Nov 15, 2024
Nov 15, 2024 at 10:49 AM UTC
the truest tragedy
of all poetry
is the fallacy
that every line you write
must be saddening.
irony is the counterculture of poetry.
i write death
to the community
and without a breath
the work is granted validity.
i write life
to the people
and without strife
my work is deemed feeble.
a poem is not a feeling
it's a moment.
there is no emotion
there is no reeling
it's not hopeless
it's not devotion
it's not healing.
your poem is now.
Nov 12, 2024
Nov 12, 2024 at 5:08 PM UTC
i'll rip you out of my chest
but keep you in my smile.
the tears i gave you left
your laugh wants to stay awhile.
your eyes were the best
i've had them since i was a child.
you talked to death
now our distance is beyond miles.
Nov 11, 2024
Nov 11, 2024 at 11:50 PM UTC
coffee rings stain the tablecloth
empty creamer pods pile up by the silverware.
the old man finishes his omelet off
while his grandson rocks in his chair.
the new dads outside smoke and cough
avoiding their wives' disapproving glare.
the waitress sits me at a tabletop
and I take in the fullness of the air.
the light in the room takes me like a moth
a moment fleeting is still a moment worth the care.
I eat breakfast every Saturday at Roth's
this diner where all our stories are shared.
Nov 9, 2024
Nov 9, 2024 at 12:05 PM UTC
if you look at humility as humiliation
take this into consideration
if you enter conversations
and need some celebration
maybe it's your expectations
that need a little changing
Nov 8, 2024
Nov 8, 2024 at 10:09 PM UTC
a wailing groan
fists of triumph
lies
the shards of broken promises
from this shallow vase
cut anyone who try to fix it.
Do you really have the answer
or are you just raising your hand?
Nov 6, 2024
Nov 6, 2024 at 2:58 PM UTC
my love for you
is a boomerang.
I aim for your heart
but nobody taught me
how to throw.
I release.
who knows if it's coming back.
Nov 5, 2024
Nov 5, 2024 at 10:35 PM UTC
your note reads like
'gone for groceries brb'
but you left this life
and forced me to grieve.
Nov 4, 2024
Nov 4, 2024 at 3:36 PM UTC
i am a filthy crusted towel
who was doomed to forever
in a laundry bin.
but when i came to Him
He made me clean.
i still collect stains
but His love will always make
me clean again.
Nov 3, 2024
Nov 3, 2024 at 3:39 PM UTC