Within reach
as if a mirage
yet, this time
it's all too real.
Oct 26, 2022
Oct 26, 2022 at 4:24 PM UTC
Every gardener
knows what it is
to be pricked
by a rose’s thorn.
to that end,
-wear gloves.
Jan 13, 2022
Jan 13, 2022 at 2:57 PM UTC
Routinely these words
miss most
and reach only a few.
Some call them trite,
lame
or flat.
Not up to par;
nonetheless they fill this space
and await contemplation.
Aug 11, 2021
Aug 11, 2021 at 12:04 PM UTC
aching muscles,
these memories;
a blood stained t shirt.
all the while
pretending
not to feel pain.
Jul 7, 2021
Jul 7, 2021 at 11:39 PM UTC
Needed someone
to understand
if you fall
you can get up again.
-Why glass bottles
are full of sand,
how it goes
round and round.
Nothing's bound forevermore
not hate nor love.
Feb 9, 2021
Feb 9, 2021 at 12:24 PM UTC
There's talk of redemption
in crowded halls,
and as they adjust the dial
there's an addendum.
hard to tell
just who is right
although everyone knows
who is wrong.
no doorway in sight
in this mirror funhouse,
but the poor have TV's now
isn't that nice?
Jan 19, 2021
Jan 19, 2021 at 1:21 PM UTC
Constant
yet, ever-changing.
Just as waves
on the beach;
so are the years
and us.
Dec 23, 2020
Dec 23, 2020 at 8:06 AM UTC
I had some things to say
-and as the age wages on
and hope starves
as love lures the moon and the sun,
I find once more
I'm full of words for you.
Simple minded hearts suffer the most;
caring deeply has its cost.
Nov 25, 2020
Nov 25, 2020 at 8:25 AM UTC
There is this scream;
a voice that is loud,
but often incoherent,
yet powerful.
The walls of my mind echo
this scream
and pages are filled
with lousy reproductions.
For it is delayed
and smoothed out.
The raw shrillness
stays hidden within.
Nov 25, 2020
Nov 25, 2020 at 7:59 AM UTC
The flowers
have been
dying
ever since
I picked them
for you.
Oct 16, 2020
Oct 16, 2020 at 4:36 PM UTC