Have you ever realized
just how much it hurts
to be trampled upon?
People taking you for granted,
for every miserable day of your life.
They need you to get where they are,
so they won’t have to get *****,
so that their paths could be a bit easier for them
but you never are truly recognized for it…
You are just a boring accessory
not worthy to be taken note of

It’s like in their eagerness
to reach that place, to meet that somebody-
they just skip, step, jump all over you
and just not appreciate
your importance

My curse though
is that I can’t cry out—
only remain stoic, hard.
Stable.
So I can withstand
all that weight,
of all those people using me
with them rarely looking back.

I know my purpose…
but it still hurts to realize
that this is all that I ever will be…
A stepping stone.
To dreams, to love, to life--
forgotten, left behind





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windswept leaves
fall on pavement;
dry and cold

If ever pain shall strike my wounded soul,
my consolation is you are my cloak
Your calming presence mending any hole,
protecting me from chills it might invoke

If ever moon and tide shall be at war,
and convolutes my tattered, wrinkled mind
I’ll plunge it deep into your ocean floor
of soothing words, ‘til sweetest peace I find

If ever sun shall fall upon its death,
my only prayer is that you'll be with me
For light within your heart is like my breath,
and this will last me for eternity

I know that life shall cease for me one day
But love, ah love, forever it shall stay...

this really shouldn't be...

Shame.

that's all I feel right now,
glaring shame

just being myself
but why be drawn to me?

don't look at me
like I am your entire world

don't smile so brightly
like I am the reason for it

don't think that I am the answer
because I am not

this shouldn't be,
didn't mean this to happen

just being myself
but why be drawn to me?

a million needle ******
to both our hearts

it hurts, I know
but this shouldn't be...

so please

leave me, not her...
love her, not me.

...a final click.

Nobody's home





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you didn't have to say that
but you did
now I am left wondering...

your actions
don't equate
to your words

so why say it?
if you don't mean it?

something's changed...
can't exactly pinpoint it

but it's pressing down on me,
feel it deep within

those words could be the culprit
maybe, maybe not

now you don't say anything at all...
so I'm just left
wondering

She sits on a wall...

Riffling book pages, as faces pass by
She finds answers in silence
and understands
All is well.

Sad for leaves getting out of sight
yet still
happy for the humor she found within
She smiles...

Dotted brush strokes
fill the air,
arresting me

All I do is stare,
yearning to be
on higher ground
Yet all I have is concrete

I walk to where
grass meets the worm
and look up at the s.weeping sky
delicate golden light facing me

The variegated rose catches my eye,
Yet escapes my lenses...
capturing mulberries instead
Mosquitoes feed upon me
and I let them

"Revel in this", my soul says
"It's been too long since you last
saved moments for your spirit."

sometimes
It is good to just be
like the mullberry

To darken as it ripens,
to fall,
possibly leaving stains
Yet can also feed the earth,
to grow...
then reach upwards
to touch
those brush-stroked clouds.