Water under the bridge
Thats what they say
It flows a little farther
down the stream everyday.
Funny thing is, the waves in front of me,
look like the waves behind.
And the ripples never quite leave my mind.
Those ripples flow, oblivious to time,
and the ripples never quite leave my mind.
Ripples of you flow forever through my mind.
Apr 18
Apr 18, 2026 at 5:25 PM UTC
Stepping out into the night
Onto rain slick streets under neon lights.
Millions of souls sleep in silence
While a few zombies wander amongst the stone and steel,
Seeking the solace of a temporary grave, a place to lay alone.
In safety, not saved, but safe until the light.
Where the disease of poverty
goes untreated, unseen it can't happen to me.
Until it does, until I become,
another wandering zombie that you fear.
That you don't want to see or hear.
But I'm just seeking safety in the night.
Mar 24
Mar 24, 2026 at 1:15 PM UTC
As I drift away from society
I wonder how long it will be
Before society no longer notices me.
And I become just another
black and white memory
of someone that used to be.
How long do we leave before
we're truly gone?
In words left behind will I linger on?
Or is it just poetic vanity,
to think my words grant some
Minor form of Immortality.
Mar 22
Mar 22, 2026 at 1:17 PM UTC
Sometimes my words get too personal.
Sometimes they scare me.
Sometimes I wonder how much time I have left.
How many more words will pour out of me.
Will they be the right words?
Will anyone even care?
Most likely my last words
will not feel like my last.
Some letter of love,
or reminiscence of the past,
Some silly little nothing,
with no particular reason why.
Will that be the last thing I write before I die?
One thing is certain,
I won't have a clue.
For I intend to keep writing
until my days are through.
but If I could choose,
I know what I'd do.
I'd end my last poem with
Goodbye, and
I Love You!
Oct 15, 2025
Oct 15, 2025 at 7:34 AM UTC
Country roads and cool breezes
The medication that is needed
to heal my weary soul.
A winding road, a river bank,
a cold beer, a fishing pole.
Lying in the sun,
a concentrated inactive non pursuit of fun.
Yet it will come, it will come
of its own accord.
And peace and tranquility shall be the reward,
for doing nothing, and just for a moment
allowing life to just be.
That is the secret of life
of feeling alive,
That is the secret to being free.
Oct 11, 2025
Oct 11, 2025 at 8:40 PM UTC
Phoenix
Rising from the ashes of our love.
You spread your wings and fly,
Soaring into eternity,
while I dissolve
into ash below you.
The Phoenix consumes all it touches.
It is the price of immortality.
And only she will remember,
how brightly I burned for her.
Sep 30, 2025
Sep 30, 2025 at 10:00 AM UTC
Alien invasion,
little blue men falling from the sky.
They're coming for our jobs.I tell you!
The blue men must die!
Nuke them, trap them,
ship their blue butts back home.
Go invade someone else's galaxy,
leave ours alone.
We're not giving you our women,
our money, or our food.
You're just interstellar criminals,
who can't even speak our language,
that's just rude!
So strap that rocket to your tail,
and go back to where you came.
Earth's borders are closed.
So we can make it great again!
Sep 27, 2025
Sep 27, 2025 at 1:22 AM UTC
Is debate no longer taught in school?
That would explain a thing or two.
Having your own opinion is crucial,
but understanding someone else's is too.
Devils Advocate is always my favorite position to play.
That doesn't mean I'm looking to change my mind
just means I want to understand the other side.
To start a discourse, to find common ground,
to allow dialog to flow with no anger found.
Sep 21, 2025
Sep 21, 2025 at 8:28 PM UTC
Lay that thought to rest,
If it's not personal, it'll never be your best.
They can sense fake,
they know when it's not true.
It's not personal,
if it doesn't cut you.
If it doesn't sting
or make you bleed.
If you're not afraid,
or choked up when you read.
These lines are your life,
your babies,
your soul.
Put out to the world
to rake over the coals.
To poke and ****
dissect and analyze.
The critics don't care
how much you labored or cried.
In fact
Most will never even acknowledge your work
until after you've died.
Sep 20, 2025
Sep 20, 2025 at 2:42 AM UTC
I don't want to write Of politics, and policy
I don't want to take their service
and drape it in a flag.
I don't want to talk of sacrifice
They gave all they had.
I don't want to talk of Bravery,
Heroic deeds of how they Died for me.
(instead)
I want to talk of family,
Father's and Sons,
Brothers, Husband's and Friends.
The young men who didn't Come back again!
The ones who served and returned
but were never quite the same.
I don't want to make statements
Or lay blame,
I just want to walk this wall
and remember their names.
And hope someday,
walls like this
won't need to be built again.
Sep 13, 2025
Sep 13, 2025 at 6:45 PM UTC