Well here I am, milestones had passed
yet not a granite one had levelled my
field of recognition. When I was just
moments into digits doubled, a mind
was vacant of contentment.

Was I motionless yet progressing to
nowhere, my emotions were alike to
a  cadaver rotting me on the inside.
Putrid anxiety chained with solitude,
voices of others, shadows clinging inwards.

A tomb of negativity had obscured my
needing of others. I was deaf in a room
of many whispers, mine screaming out
the loudest in need to be heard.
I was a ventriloquist scattering my voice away.

But even though in contained emotions,
I woefully expelled my moments on tiny
little pebbles, swallowing them to drown
out the living cradle of my imprisonment.
And I slept like death for an eternity.

Awoken by the morning verses of birds
rising to a new day, for me two had past.
A lifetime of slumber and I pondered my
reflection in the glass, twice was not the
charm, and pebbles dissolved into regrets.

Lingering in the empty shell of what drowned
within me. I looked in the mirror and saw
something strange? Myself, and I looked rough.
I took the blade to flesh and removed the
memory of the last static months stained on me.

Well that was vacant times and now my life is
fulfilled with the motions of love compassion,
A wife and children that expel any darkness
lingering beneath. And I smile, my granite footnote
is a while a way, today i just smile out the window..

I take each step forward

thinking about the steps you took without me.

My heart has faith

in the love that it felt

and it knows not how to give up.

But the pain of your indifference and neglect

hits the shore made of pebbles and shells

we collected all our life,

for the one we shall love.

But tonight, I am leaving this shore,

venturing into waters that I do not know of,

to feel what you feel.

So we may be united in hatred,

if not in love.

I got a pair of Starburys when I was ten.
Didn't want them,
I actually wanted some Heelys instead.
Wanted to be like my friends
and trip over pebbles
and get tucked into bed with band-aids.
My mom told me to stop focusing on their plates and look at mine.

I had a fork, spoon, and knives,
grown man portions: eyes the size of my stomach.
She was right --
I never liked training wheels, or cheat codes,
or elbow pads or nightlights.
Grown men aren't scared to fall,
so why am I?
Why am I twenty years old shopping on the Heelys website?

the road in front of you is a simple dirt road
in the the middle of nowhere; one step too far
one step beyond the point of no return.
the directions has lead you astray
one winding dirt road after another
you can’t seem to find your way
you're so rattled by where to turn next
at every corner there's another road to follow
only to end up where you begun
it feel as if there's no way out of this maze
no matter how many turns you take
the right turn is the one you want to make
your destination may be unknown
with so many directions to choose
take a minute to think as you continue
you might come across some obstetricals
things might get a little puzzling
there might even be rocks blocking your path
you might get confuserd but continue to walk on
kick each small pebble and toss them aside
don't let them stop your flow
life can sometimes keep us down
there will always be a dark cloud
we cant seem to get rid of but we have
to stay strong and try to blow it away
there is a piece of sunshine for everyone
you just have to keep on walking

a lone figure
on a solitary beach.
me, pebbles, water and I.

they lived at the edge of the sea,
they made music with pebbles
and shadows shifted,
slowly, badly calloused,
they picked their way through

          the throng
          ****** along
          pressed along

but they were not afraid
the wind billowed and raged
the sea churned violently
washing them, away it, hoped
but they remain rooted. mute

           the throng
           ****** along
           pressed along

silent statuettes, brave, unshaken
still alive by the edge of the sea
lights dance on the sea now, night
the glows, soldiers lost at sea
watching over them
scurry happily on the pebbles

I lay spread out on 
My local shingle beach
Letting the pebbles 
Sift through my fingers
I consider the myriad
Shapes and forms they take.
The varying rust
Charcoal grey and mustard shades

I set myself a mission
In the multitudes
That the sea brings to my feet
I will find amongst the 
Copious cobbles
The ultimate pebble
Perfect and pleasingly
Quirky or smooth.

I become so absorbed by 
This sifting sorting 
Comforting process 
A simple quest
I forget myself
And my proximity to the waves 
Until i am splashed 
And soaked and 
Have to vow to take up
This valiant quest 
Another day.

Until then I have taken 
Home a few shortlisted
Candidates
And made a promise to stand up when
The winner is found
And make a little trumpet
Fanfare sound
And hold the stone aloft!

You are the waves crashing into the shore,
And I am the pebbles you hit.
Crash into me,
I wanna be drowning in the sea.
Fill my lungs,
Pull me under twelve feet deep.
Sway with me,
You are my sweet pea.
You're just like the ocean,
Difficult to ignore.
But if i had a choice,
I'd still drown, for sure.