Knowing me, as I do This won’t happen There’s no special alignment Of stars or planets for me For I am Worthless, apparently Not worth a little time or energy Always I try To make the right decisions But they always seem to be Poor in the end I’m haunted By sin and regret Just […]
tender and rare blue flower the forget-me-not is fading no longer vibrant and bold no longer delicate and precious the vase sits a water-ring along its lip just one in amongst the others your hand lifts them out tosses them away no second glance replaced by an energetic lily instead her perfume is heady delicate […]
words. that pleasurable idea.
Today he told me I was a worthless piece of shit And maybe he’s right Perhaps I’m not worthy Of his time or energy But I can make great Indian food And some people pay for my ink and art Plus I’m decent in bed…. I think… I don’t know, I’ve never had complaints In […]
he walks down the lane a single rose clasped within his palm its petals soft and gentle reminding him of his lover’s voice a shift within as one memory lifts upon another his thumb caresses the velvet though it were a cheek instead her gentle laughter echos in his ear her shy smiles, a healing […]
Lonely is an open wound It never bleeds, never gets infected And on its own never heals It’s an invisible hole in your chest Exposing your heart to the worlds arctic air Cold burns your heart so you wear protection Headphones at the store Phone screens at parties Longer routes to avoid co-workers Read text […]
When I was in high school, Jeremiah was my best friend. I lived the farthest away from that rural school than anyone else, over in the next town. Every school morning my mom would drive me the mile from our house to the elementary school to get on an elementary school bus which would drive […]
loneliness spills over my lips my sight smeared, my tongue slows emptiness surrounds me some part of me is missing my wings lift, then fail I cry out, “where are you?!” “hear my soul-yearn!” I lift my barren pen it sinks beneath heavy waves tossing and turning, I search for any flotsam a raft of […]
memories of you, images in ink and sighs, sift through the pages of my mind a soft breeze fluttering, a sharp gust, and I remember you: your smile as you stroked my cheek, the sun streaming through my hair, my own smile reflected in your brown eyes turn the page and I woke to your […]
examining her pretty blues I saw the traces of bite marks along her eyelids each red mark filled with dried tears and the echoes of heartache laying my tongue along each divot I tasted the memories of neglect and self-loathing the lies and the deceit and the abuse I tasted turmoil and lost hope oh […]
