Another year older

Hey guys, got another year older, and no it doesn’t sound fun anymore…nope. Due to lock down still going on in full force I didn’t leave house, but my friends called and they threw a virtual party for me. They are really the angels..sometimes disguised as devils. But no worries about that. I got a Kindle for my birthday, such a beautiful gift for a … Continue reading Another year older

A Photograph, That Reminds Me Of…

Sparkling eyes and tender flesh are shielded  From the world in a tight hug. A photograph captures my father’s love. Gentle waves come home to shore, sloshing against the sand,  A constant in this changing land. Sunset paints the azure sky,  And its fiery orb disappears into cool gray water. A paradise in a different world, Away from troubles and danger, During innocent days I … Continue reading A Photograph, That Reminds Me Of…

Pretty girls don’t light their own cigarettes

I can feel my lungs collapsing with every shallow breath and I can’t decide if it’s the holes left behind, from cigarette smoke burns, Or the pieces of me that followed behind you. It’s 1:05 now and as much as I keep trying to warp the truth, the minutes tick on leaving me stranded in seconds of long lost times. And I know cigarette fills … Continue reading Pretty girls don’t light their own cigarettes

The secret buried under the tree

When I saw the woman in the middle of the road swat thin air, I recognized it; schizophrenia. I approached her, she turned, and her face distorting horribly, her hands waved me away. “No, no! Go, go now!” she demanded, heading off down the road. I followed at some distance, trying carefully not to spook her. “I can still see you,” she sung to me … Continue reading The secret buried under the tree

I’d rather be some other place, a poem close to my heart

Sparkling eyes and tender flesh are shielded From the world in a tight hug. A photograph captures my father’s love. Gentle waves come home to shore, sloshing against the sand, A constant in this changing land.  The sunset paints the azure sky, And its fiery orb disappears into cool gray water. A paradise in a different world, Away from troubles and danger, During innocent days … Continue reading I’d rather be some other place, a poem close to my heart

We don’t talk anymore, but I do miss you.

I look behind me, and the soft blur steadies slowly, squinted my eyes a few more times and I now see clearly. It’s a broken bridge, there’s a hollow gap, a deep emptiness that separates us. We used to share intimate little spaces, strange but familiar darkness, and the perfect amount of comfortable silence. I used to fill your cracks with these tiny flowers that … Continue reading We don’t talk anymore, but I do miss you.