It withers
near a bare
tree,
under skies
filled with
gray.
It withers
with tired petals
amid dullness, and
rain.
I see it wither
here.
I see what
remains.
Poor haggard
thing
with no place to
go.
I see it wither here
without
ever seeing
it
grow.
Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 4:10 PM UTC
I have dreams bigger
than this tired town
A waste of space, and
a waste of
lives
A waste
of dreams to ever
leave it.
Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 7:28 PM UTC
She never came
back,
and I'm down
now
in the cracks of the sidewalk
she walks
on.
Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 7:54 AM UTC
I think I need to
move, not
on, or
away from
anything
not fast, or
deliberately for
something
not past, or
beside
someone
I need to
move
because
I haven't in so long.
Sep 17, 2016
Sep 17, 2016 at 2:47 PM UTC
My life is a city street
and you
were my favorite
red light.
Jul 22, 2016
Jul 22, 2016 at 10:46 AM UTC
I thought I was a hole
before I met
you
and when
I did
I was filled.
Then
you left —
I was empty
again.
I wasn’t a hole,
never was,
but a
cup
waiting
for someone
to fill me.
Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 6:35 PM UTC
When I painted
a picture of
my problems
it came out
as a
self-portrait.
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 3:49 PM UTC
The problem with money & drugs is there's never
enough.
Too much is not enough.
Too little is not enough.
I have a problem —
money & drugs
but
my real problem isn't
money & drugs, or
too much and
not enough,
they just keep my mind from
the 'problem' that is
me.
Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 12:50 PM UTC
Women are like cigarettes.
When I'm finished with each,
I think about the other
while I stare at
their butts . . .
Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 9:26 PM UTC