to carry the weight of loved ones
with their golden hopes and leaden limitations
(founder/) requires:
an alchemist of dreams
with a concrete heart of indestructibility
and the type of love that is quiet,
dedicated,
and solid (foundation.)
Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 6:11 PM UTC
there's always a line in the sand
between the then and the now;
how regrettable it is to have to be the one to draw it.
Jul 27, 2017
Jul 27, 2017 at 7:57 PM UTC
downstairs, we have newcomers.
across, they have settled.
us... we are ignoring the inevitable uprooting
of our hard-won memories.
Dec 11, 2016
Dec 11, 2016 at 9:26 PM UTC
My vessel of possibility
overflows and
drowns me opportunity.
Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 8:22 PM UTC
madness,
creeping up
no not creeping--
swelling, crashing!,
frothing and spilling forth from the soul.
shaky hope,
desperation,
acceptance. loss.
abandon the ship and your cargo, ye slavers...
Typhoon Coming.
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 9:54 PM UTC
sometimes I cocoon myself
in pastel memories of
you
with that fuzzy blanket and that stuffed animal
I get wistful
and then reality jolts me
out of reverie
it was never an us thing
it was always a me with you thing
that old blanket provided no comfort
it clung to me
wrapping its frayed corners around my ankles
that cute little stuffed thing was not
a relic of happier times
it was a reminder
of all of the ****** up things in your head
which swirled around the dark
and crept toward me;
strangling me
under that heavy blanket
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 1:44 AM UTC
chugging
twanging
thumping
snarling -
no drugs needed; the tempo sends me into a tailspin of bliss.
a frightened ear would perceive a dirge but
to the acquainted
it can only be a hymn.
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 3:38 AM UTC
blue hotel blasting
lines on the paper swirling
back aches, eyes throbbing
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 5:16 AM UTC