#pad
I’ve got a new pad, 50 pages
That’s a lot of room for my rages
Enough space to spill my soul
Getting to the cardboard, that’s my goal
It might take me a while
I’ll have to laugh, cry and smile
When I finally get to the end
The cardboard will be my friend
Jul 25, 2025
Jul 25, 2025 at 3:48 PM UTC
talking, talking, talking— radio silence
the space that nothingness fills is almost violent
yelling, yelling, yelling— something's working
uncovering ugly truths that have been lurking
crying, crying, crying— because it's broken
there is just too much that we let go unspoken
May 5, 2021
May 5, 2021 at 7:21 PM UTC
hey, hi, hello
—this is your life,
the view is vaguely familiar
out of the passenger seat window,
two years of autopilot
isn't generally recommended—
the mind can time travel or so it thinks
unannounced comings and goings,
quiet reintroductions occur daily
as to alarm no one of your departure
May 3, 2021
May 3, 2021 at 12:44 PM UTC
In a forest, tucked away
hidden between padded ferns
and angered flowers,
whose roots grew wider
then the seas,
was a heart crossed
of all the thorns
she didn't need.
Nov 12, 2020
Nov 12, 2020 at 1:02 PM UTC
Perceived perfection
So untouchable
Desperation grasping
Yet held far out of reach
Cherished in heartbreak
Preserved beyond embrace
Separation prevents
Defamation
A sacrifice
With nothing gained
Presumed paltry
Defective at distance
Horrid by the mile
Yet proximity brings tranquility
Intimacy that
Mends the mirror
Seals the cracks
Rudimentary becomes
Paragon
A sacrifice
Which gains everything
Apr 17, 2020
Apr 17, 2020 at 8:18 PM UTC
I once was found
But now I am lost
Took a wrong turn
Got my signals crossed
Used to know who I was
Now I don't have a clue
My world's been flipped
Since I first met you
My life was planned out
I had a grand vision
Now it's been wrecked
By our reckless collision
But I'd rather be lost
On this wild ride
Than find all I desire
Without you by my side
Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 10:49 PM UTC
Wind whispers to me
"I bring cold, aromas, leaves"
I know life's a breeze
Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 8:49 PM UTC
Don’t plead like Biebs
Timbaland was right
Too late for "sorry"
Can’t erase the blight
Your apologies
Might seem polite
But all your white lies
Have been brought to light
Selfish transgressions
Brought this plight
Upon your own life
Despite the height
Of your own success
Now it seems so trite
As they kick you out
Into the cold, dark night
Mistakes explode
Like dynamite
As your life ignites
Failures burn so bright
Crashing down in fury
Dead meteorite
You feel the pain
Your enemies delight
Nowhere to hide
Your shame in plain sight
Adrenaline surging
Now it’s fight or flight
So just take a sec
Sit down, rewrite
Reset your future
Set yourself upright
Your values and actions
Gotta reunite
Redemption’s hard
No way to expedite
It’s gonna hurt
But hang in tight
Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 7:30 PM UTC
That's it, I'm done, not once more
I'll never put things off again
I push work back at every chance
My secret slothful sin
Well now I'm through procrastinating
It's time to change my ways
But I don't have the time right now
Swear I'll quit one of these days!
Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 1:16 AM UTC
seated
on a bright yellow stone slab bench
beside a cobblestone path
diving steeply into dark forest
my page illuminated
by the last trace of filtered sunlight
this overcast Friday eve
mountains peeking through low clouds
marking dark silhouettes
against a blue-gray southeast sky
hints of pink paint the western clouds
softly bidding us goodnight
scattered shouts
and musical notes
waft up from the town's bars below
dancing through the trees
flowing to the rhythmic folklore
of the local vallenato band
night closes in
darker each minute
the thin yellow crescent overhead
seizes its moment
shining brighter and louder
through the wispy clouds
as mountains emerge at last from fog
they dissolve just as quickly
into the black sky
all vibrant hues melt away
the bench transforms
dark yellow becomes gray
beneath my weight
one last vestige of color lingers on
the dull red burning on the horizon
sparks an inner fire of gratitude
for every second of light
every second of life
my page descends into darkness
written thoughts plunge back
into the unexpressed depths of the mind
Night falls.
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 3:27 AM UTC
He wants none of it
The unrelenting fame
Paparazzi's lights
Never out of sight
The crushing weight
Of a well-known name
He wants none of it
The life-sucking fame
Endless demands
From legions of fans
Happiness funneling
Right down the drain
He wants none of it
The soul-deadening fame
Prestige a cruel mistress
All joys turned to business
Dousing his spirit
To extinguish its flame
No, he craves anonymity
For stardom to cease
To be happy with less
Freed from the stress
True glory found
In a life lived in peace
Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 12:40 AM UTC
Let's try to craft one poem a day
A month of our thoughts conveyed
Just give it a shot
Why the hell not?
Let our words find their own way
Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 11:48 PM UTC
You're my snickerdoodle, pumpkin strudel,
You're the sauce upon my noodle,
You're prettier then a purple poodle,
You're the one I like to doodle,......on my doodle pad,...
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 10:22 AM UTC
With pen and pad in hand,
I’m finally ready to take a stand.
This is how I get my words out best,
it’s kind of like a written test.
It seems to be the only thing that works
when it comes to you, I get flustered by that smirk.
But something about written words is easier,
I bet you’re starting to wonder if it could get cheesier.
Maybe it’s because of your eyes,
and how they reflect the night skies.
Or how every inch of my body reminds me of you,
it’s like to me, this body is brand new.
My hands, they are now meant to hold yours
or how you’re the one my heart adores.
See my body is no longer my own,
my ownership fell apart with every moan.
Thoughts like this, admissions like this,
seem to get lost amidst each kiss.
That’s why pen and paper are best,
for my admission here can attest.
I get a bit lost when you’re close to me,
our bodies intermixed means you’re all I see.
With a pen in hand, my thoughts aren’t all over,
I don’t feel like so much of a rover.
This is where it’s thoughtless,
where I’m anything but cautious.
So, this is so you know that I love you,
and with pen and pad in hand, it's easy to construe.
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 11:40 PM UTC
I walk beneath the shadows of dragonflies and
in fields of stunted daisies
A witness to migrating monarchs
Whose voyage is eons from being completed,
when they only have 3 weeks at most to live.
I walk in pale fields of dusty sunbeams
and loud fading moonlight
Humming crickets play accompaniment
to solo pairs of feet, making way for still creeks
and large lily pads
to find a nice place to think.
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 5:09 PM UTC
it's past midnight
and my thoughts is just
fuzz, lintballs and
cotton candy
rolling around like
tumble weeds
across a vast and barren plain
that purports to a working
brain.
i am so very far beyond
myself that i am forgetting
who i am....why...
it is grant writing season
and i have used my quota
of words ...
so just visualize
something wonderful,
off to the west over there..
while i sleep over under
this tree here....
and if i am quiet enough, maybe i will come back,
to me.
then the carniva,
will begin again
tommorrow...
sonetimes real life is
such a grind...
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 6:44 AM UTC
it seems, my words
have lost their allure,
this morning.
and i am too fixated,
on vainly scrawling.
to see
the crafts of others,
floating on the river poetry.
i am, hands to the oars, rowing against,
a beautiful tide.
endevouring,
to attain a mooring,
on the inside of a thought. what would happen,
if i.....
let go and read just
one or two poems
from other,
weary skullsmen
and made comment.
it mayhap...
nothing, but then it,
maybe...
instead of poetry,
decrying a dying state.
the poet in the other boat,
rowing silently,
for a moment, or a lifetime
is encouraged to,
greater acts
of creativity.
just maybe.....maybe.
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 5:26 PM UTC
you leave me abed
with only the echo of your warmth...
my heart, sleepily bereft.
but my body, mindful
of opportunity stretches,
rolls over to sleep a few hours more.....
before waking to start the cool winters morn..
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 7:24 PM UTC
i kiss, the nape of your neck,
while you still sleep
and inhale you.
spearmint, sandlewood
and citrus combined
with clean sweat.
you stir and roll over,
you are healthy
and in your prime.
more than my heart stirs, more than your heart, responds.
your lips, meet my skin
for the first time,
allover again.
i am drawn...
like moth to flame .
i am before you,
barely, contained,
but your teasing,
tendril,torching, tongue
scatters me to
richochet,
without
thought or sense.
my lips seek
the curve of your
collar bone and neck
as if to feast
upon your soul.
my hand behind
your head holding,
kneeding, that spot
on the top tip of spine
that makes you growl.
our desires grow deep,
our arousal complete,
we move,
to connect our hips
in early morning,
grinding, greeting,
i quiver,
as you,
rampant,
touch my lips...
....and our son
begins to wail and sob.
we break,
with regret.... unrequieted.
i go to see to him,
you, to a cold shower.
our day begins,
with love and frustration.
but then,
there is always, the art of...
delayed gratification.....
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 5:15 PM UTC
***conjugating
thought and action,
is harder than it looks this
morning***
think
get out of bed
act
hit snooze button
think
drink coffee
act
miss mouth, wear coffee
think
what to do next
act
blank look
think
rewind start again
act
go back to bed
........
conjunct made
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 4:27 PM UTC
the demidiety
of the household,
demands
the sun....
he craves for to bask
in glorious heat....
and have,
the world adore....
his corrugated, gargoyled blue-grey skinned beauty.
as well it should...
he is....
after all....a rex....
of the mau, bast, line.
and me, his loyal
human factotum....
i am here to....
open the blinds...
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 7:33 PM UTC
insurmountable
undefatigable yet
sitting lost for words
my friend you are here
beaten broken and alone
your choice created this
your bloody pride made this
clusterfuck happen again
you need to hop down
off your tall pristine
pedestal of hurt hubris
and apologise till
your stupid tongue bleeds
then apoligise once more
and hope she listens
then spend the lifetime
making sure she knows you love her
more than that stupid.......
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 9:20 AM UTC
heart, encompasses, soul
acorn & oak my life,my loves
blessed by days better & free
you both a treasure given me.
by the way ...don't forget to
feed the cat...
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 11:31 AM UTC