I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.
Now read from bottom to top.
Jul 12, 2021
Jul 12, 2021 at 7:38 PM UTC
I can hear
Them playing,
The devil inside
from the carnival
down the street.
All the bleak
eyes wandering
through the
empty crowd,
looking for
love or dope;
something to change
their perception.
Jun 21, 2021
Jun 21, 2021 at 9:46 PM UTC
Dead guys golf clubs
Dead guys guitar
Dead guys Rolex
Dead guys bar
Dead guys children
Dead guys wife
Dead guys cigar cutter
Dead guys knife
Dead guys things he left behind
Dead guys body now a rind
So long for now
See you on the trail
Let’s celebrate his life
With a garage sale
Jan 7, 2021
Jan 7, 2021 at 9:11 PM UTC
There will always be change
That much is the same
Yet it's not the change
But the chains
That mire me
I admired
She knew
It was nothing new
Us two
In this game
The one that we played
Where the rules displayed
That the game
Was not spoken
Or displayed
A cat and mouse chase
Set at tortoise's pace
Torture gladly I take
While I patiently wait
Possibility's sake
Of a move I might make
Jan 5, 2021
Jan 5, 2021 at 4:48 PM UTC
To this day,
your name
still hurts my tongue
but I still say it anyway.
Sometimes I like to
hear my soul
gently tear itself
apart.
Jan 5, 2021
Jan 5, 2021 at 4:45 PM UTC
people see smoldering flames
crawling up her veins
and think of empires collapsing into ash,
people watch her eyes spark
and feel her calloused electricity
and they convince themselves of her power
she broods and she intimidates
and they think she is strong
and they think she is dangerous
and they are afraid of her fire
even though the only thing she tries to destroy
is herself.
Dec 27, 2020
Dec 27, 2020 at 4:15 PM UTC
Just the other day
I noticed little things
Were going missing:
Thimble,
Spectacles,
Needle,
Fifty cent piece.
I found it particularly queer
How these objects disappeared.
I don't think I misplaced them
Perhaps my mind erased them.
[Later that week]
Today is my birthday.
Tilly, my granddaughter,
Presents me with a
Needlepoint magpie.
My heart finds incandescent joy.
Nov 30, 2020
Nov 30, 2020 at 7:34 PM UTC
Your love
has dried up the ocean
in my eyes,
so when the pain
seeps in,
I pour the wine
of your thoughts
in my pen
and let the words
(I write to you)
get high
and cry...
Nov 25, 2020
Nov 25, 2020 at 8:36 PM UTC