A sad refrain rings his ears,
The rude drunk demands another
And another and another.
He laughs
Spitting years in the sawdust.

You're sitting in the room alone, comfortable in yourself.
That's when someone else walks in,
and now you're someone else.

Goodness leapt off the page which left a bad taste in the ink well.

Sometimes I fear where the bad words go when we don't write them down.

but even so
the good words will come back soon you know.

You are right where you need to be,
Even if sometimes you tell yourself otherwise.

I can't fit
in your
pocket,
that kind
of love
is too
much.
Such a
dreamy
coffin,
when all
I wanted
was
your
touch.

My daughter talks to
her blueberries like
they're her friends.
My soul smiles
and I never want
it to end.

Don't stress over what you can't control...you're only wasting time and energy. I know it's easier said than done but the more you keep thinking about the uncontrollable elements of your life...the more you will hamper the controllable parts of your life.