not meant to be a riddle
though not all will understand
footsteps into fog
soul pointed one direction

Where do the words come from?
Before they pop up in my mind

Where do the words go?
When it seems I've run out of sentences to scribble

don’t go they say
we need you to stay
why do i feel like drifting away

darkness blankets sunsets
the time has come again
sunrise steals the cover
that time has come and went

stick around
to blah blah blah
lets chit about the chatter

if you only write
what others want to hear
you will never know your words

if ever i could do without
it seems that it consumes me now
with every breath my lungs withdraw
another second chance disappears

and now i only see you
in my memories and dreams
i know winter months are coldest
but late december really stings
frost bitten
not by weather but by temperature of shoulder
it is over
it is over
it is over

nothing is forever
though some things stay as long as they can

i have
always hated loud noises
the refrigerator dispensing ice into glass
the sound tubs make as water boils down
the treble in voices rising in opposition
all make me tremble
my heart jump
eyes dart for possible escape

swiftly do the thoughts creep
steady is their pace
march along to hit chords wrong
unruly and disgraced
vile creatures tip toe
purpose all aligned
danger for my cuticles
poison for my mind

there they go
though here i am
wishing they were too
setting sail for oceans new
it surely
will be
blue.

I
“Seem to be ok”
They say
“Much better than before”
I
Tell myself the same
Still
I am not convinced

I didn’t do the dishes
Then I didn’t brush my teeth
Forgot to drain the tub
Stale water sat for weeks
I didnt take the trash out
Bags across the floor
Couldn’t bring myself to anything
Couldnt take it anymore
How *****
How disgusting
How ugly can you get
I’d rot out of existence
Just to get out of this mess

we were drinking coffee
i asked how she felt about tea
"i like certainty"
she replied

Hands of time hold many truths
Treasures in the wristwatch
Secrets locked inside the clockwork
Hour is not the only thing
Hourglass can tell
Each grain of sand has whispered
It has to share as well

pit stops and pit stains
smiles dyed with coffee
mix ups and fixings
on the road once more

Sola takes her lattes
So late
Solar panels
Fuel the drive
Solstice to solstice
So longs and goodbyes
Come easy on the road
And on the wheels roll

I'm a social drinker
I drink whenever I'm around people
Or just prior to a social engagement and right on thru it
I put on a cheerful ruse knowing people will buy it
People are always looking to be sold something
So I sell it
I celebrate.
They celebrate.
We celebrate together.
For a moment in time all is well
Rather all seems well
Though
I'm sure they wouldn't like me if I were sober
More importantly you wouldn't like me if I were sober
I don't like me when I'm sober

just have to go until you get there
once we've gone then we can stop

Heavy eyelids
Restless soul
The chase seems to have no end
Road to take determines
What’s around the bend
Circles have been etched
Deep into the mind
Round about once more
Habit has confined
Only I can save me
Only from myself
Few more miles this direction
Is my highway to hell

often i can see the sadness
through the smiles and the jokes
laughter
just can't seem to drown
eyes that cry out

love is not a problem
just find it hard to stick it out
though falling is quite easy
you soon find you hit the ground

sitting inside when the sun is out
close all the curtains for shade
i know the highs gonna come down
i'm sure by noon there'll be rain

sweet followed by bitter
always with a price
i’ll stay on the sidelines
never live a life
steady as it comes
same the way it goes
something about a high
goes hand and hand with lows
how do i or you or them
decide what stays or goes
do we begin enveloped
with our fate enclosed
can we choose?
can we change?
is it worth the squeeze?
i stood up to life
it brought me to my knees

live today
no telling how much livings left

sometimes letting go
is the only way to hold on