#ricochet
Since I was a child
I have fervently
Tried to filter out
Negative echoes
Of our history
And focus
On each one.
Echoes are
Shockwaves
Throughout
Society
Building strength
And momentum as
They damage then
Ricochet off one
Person to another
Like a viral or
Bacterial infection
Mutating and building
Up resistance to our
Strong
Mediocre
And
Often
Feeble
Societal
Antidotes.
I try as many do
To be a
Shock absorber --
A small part of
The solution;
Trying to help break
The vicious cycle by
Somehow attempting
To
Absorb the shockwaves
To help prevent them
From hitting someone
Else
Or at least
Lessening their strength
And momentum --
A form of harm
Reduction
I suppose.
Just lending an ear
And
Lending a shoulder
To lean on or
Cry on
Seems to be
An integral part in
Lessening the
Negative
Effects.
Apr 22, 2025
Apr 22, 2025 at 11:16 AM UTC
Slowly and gradually, you'll start missing him
Slowly and gradually he'll be learning,
Learning to get over the fact that you denied his love,
All because you had eyes elsewhere.
Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 1:43 PM UTC
just know,
light footed boy
faint hearted girl,
glory morning dew
teared umbrella
bristling in the
fierce passion erupting like piano keys
ignited by the spark
of shared candles
dotting the palaces
our maddening pursuit
love
the soreness bristling
on the bottom of my feet
my coarse voice
and tired windpipes
my love for you ceased,
teared by the ricochet
of my failed daydreams
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 12:42 PM UTC
“Tap,” beckoned the door,
A, “knock,”
And signature I’d never forget –
Cross the “t’s, “dot the “i’s,”
An empty night’s forged check
And liquor paved path to be,
To bed, it’s her, it’s her.
It’s also 3:10 AM,
Better than PM,
Where I’m still awake,
Still at work,
And as always,
Annoyed by the nuisance of
Another.
I don’t say “hi,”
And far from reluctantly,
She grabs a beer,
The only cold one I’ve got,
Frail fingered, cry-stain eyed,
And fresh off the ultimate high,
Love, and again.
She hovers to my room,
A natural,
Where she walks with closed lids
Guided by music that’s
Remnant and
Leaking phantoms
From speakers spiting souls –
And it’s
The song she always played,
And it’s, “ours,”
Once a favorite of mine,
And it’s now if only a melody,
Destroyed by repetition and her
Obsession with “echoes.”
I endure.
Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 2:44 AM UTC
As the day breaks and the shards embed in your soles,
Tread lightly.
Don't be the one to take away the glare;
A blanket that draws you -
Hand over brow for an empty salute -
To the vast empty spaces where
You hold the only shade.
If you're who I want to be,
You'll give it back as you found it.
Calmly picking up the splinters
And trying to make it right;
Right so the slow tick lines up with the
Imperceptible order of things and no one feels uneasy;
So no one shivers as you cast it back to the horizon,
Waiting once again for the ricochet.
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 5:27 PM UTC
Echoes and re-echoes
Lost in translation
What I say
Ricochet’s from walls
Shriller to the ear
My own voice
Comes back to me
As a big blow
It’s never-ending
My voices do not travel
Beyond the stony resilience
Maybe one day
My words will carry
Enough weight
To crack this resistance
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 10:37 AM UTC
Crackles in the sky,
Ricocheting,
Electrifying.
Allegretto in its
Timing.
Indigo bled out,
New colors flash
Glowering.
A shriek in the house.
Stillness assumes
Till another spark
Opens the fear,
Rearing this chilling, rumbling
Music.
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 7:45 PM UTC