Words woven with care
Poetry reaches within.
Touches the heart's depth.

Un helpful people at every step.
Not even in dreams, you are not there,
Only you I seek, the radiant.

Mind a Netflix screen
Playing life's drama each day
Draws me in, captives.

Silent anger burns.
Speaking only fuels the fire.
Wisdom in restraint.

Earbud buddy's
Shut the world out

Earbud buddy's
Silent scream and shout

Earbud buddy's
No eye contact for me

Earbud buddy's
Nothings for free

Earbud buddy's
No man is an island
You wait and see
Interaction,  it's not for me.

Less of world within.
More of pure soul shining bright.
True self emerges.

Solitude is gratitude for silence filled with serenity.

gently, I devour
the music that you play

the strumming and the sway,
the things you can convey

subtle, but the power
of the songs, the silent way

you make the unsaid there
and it becomes

real, authentic, ours.

there is a scene in my day
when I leave the wretched white-walled windowless building
and a blast of the freshest air hits me,
and it feels like my first breath in hours.
The sun is a glory on my skin,
and I take off my jacket to feel the air on my arms
for the first time in a season.

do they know of the uproar,
the unrest,
the tirelessly shifting waves
of wind against the window?
So harsh, all through the day,
but it is a severity I can feel safe by,
watching the gusts and hearing the voices
while, in this alcove, everything is still.

if I am being honest with myself for a moment,
all I want is to kiss you now.
I was too afraid to know it.

Distance has made me look back

Life beyond the poetic realm.
Sinking into silence, an emotional free fall.
Ebbing away the final sigh of poetry.