Quarantine showers are a welcomed presence
an excuse
to lay down in bed
to turn off the lights
and pull the sheets taught.
To act as a barrier from the monster
not under our bed
but invisibly terrorizing our home.
May 23, 2020
May 23, 2020 at 11:52 AM UTC
I want to feel the rush
of a thousand winds
incessantly pushing my sternum
back against my heart.
I want to taste the adrenaline
in its most natural form
as it flows through
my veins swelled with life.
I want to smell the carbon
of the passing drivers
concerned only
with the color of a light.
I want to see the sweat
cloud and sting my eyes
Blind me, I am unconcerned
my being suffers
as I push
my body
to the edge.
Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 1:33 AM UTC
They say go see the world
Embrace the unexpected
grasp
the unknown.
They told me take the trip
the future is waiting
quicken
your steps
I agreed
packed my bags
hugged
and flew
The funny thing is
after exploring and
dreaming
I still feel
alone
Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 1:15 AM UTC
I've listened to Bowie, I've dabbled with John
Obeyed there instructions and tried to get gone.
I've drafted the ship and gathethered a team
To disappear into space and follow my dream.
Inhaling O2---helmet is on
as I listen to a memorable song
Major Tom?
I can hear his voice now.
Release.
A tear falls free.
As Im suspended above,
Startled to come down.
Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 12:06 AM UTC
Does a poem need to posses a Title?
Is it so hard to read a couplet-
A stanza-
A metaphor-
And formulate,
Our own ideas-
Our own classification
About what has been created.
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 12:43 AM UTC
Upon exiting the cabin,
I undergo broken cobble beneath my bare feet.
The remnants of stairs are round and mellow,
Yet some rebel rocks pierce and strike.
No matter, nature has willed it.
Leaving land, I enter upon a man made island
Planks and rods bring support coupled with stability.
String hangs in abundance from rusting cleats,
While dangerous protrusions threaten the innocent flesh.
No matter, man has created it.
As the water calls, I enter.
The buoyant vessel makes for easy observation.
Identifying the stagnant water, which buzzes in anticipation,
Creatures utilize my being for sustenance.
No matter, God has formulated them
To work in unison
In order to create
A recurring environment.
Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 5:13 PM UTC
As we fall into sleep we wish to dream,
To be taken away from reality.
Abandon the worries of everyday
Our eyes fall shut and we fade away.
Brains spark- stimulated by creativity
Our eight-hour world is filled with ambiguity.
An instance in an upside-down park
Where the water flows up and the sun is dark.
Or maybe on a decrepit moon.
A safari ride.
A storm’s eye.
Or a plain in June.
Wishing to stay, but knowing to leave
Adventure cut short, yet we do not grieve.
Eyes flash open, unaware
Of the joyous, the cheerful, the nightmare?
Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 5:07 PM UTC
The best things in life
Are those which lack purpose.
There is no reason to go for a walk,
To watch the stars, shine in the sky
Or view the morning sunrise.
Yet we still perform these actions,
And find comfort
In the ungraspable benefits.
Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 5:06 PM UTC
That simple shade
Became something else.
Chemical manipulation
Of myself.
The alternative style
Of the simple apparel.
To be displayed and destroyed,
Put through peril.
This one of a kind,
Unavailable in stores.
Resulted from a craft,
Through friendship,
And something more.
We bore the fumes
Unfaltered by the work.
Our heads were light, and we prevailed with a smirk.
The counter was stained,
And so were the shorts.
But they were better now, and have since been worn.
And worn.
And worn.
Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 5:00 PM UTC
One work a night
Trying to become the light
In another’s Life.
We can only try
To change the tide
In another’s Life.
Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 4:42 PM UTC