Failure burns in my gut, seeps into my blood, circulates through my veins. No matter the voices I control in my head, I am surrounded, a standoff, and failure came prepared guns blazing, yet here I stand with only a knife. Useless hiding, for my reflection is always waiting.
life
The Stranger
In the early morning darkness, a man broken in the road. The cold, a vulture threatening to eat him whole. He rests his head on the concrete pillow, exhausted searching for home. A deeply thickened voice laced with concern, absent of judgment asks if he is okay. The stranger helps him to his feet. He … Continue reading The Stranger
Child
Grow up. You say you’re lost, Caught in the messiness of broken marriages. You’re just a child. You are not lost. Stop playing the victim. Respect me because I say so. Don’t expect me to earn it. You don’t get a voice. No platform for your opinions. Stop feeling. Stop needing. Be seen not heard. … Continue reading Child
Intention’s Grave
A tumult of peaceful wanderings surf along brain’s waves, sending quakes of trembling desire through idle blood streams. Anxious momentous vibrations ready to fight death’s fate, cure every pained person, change the world. Excitedly surfacing against strengthened skin’s complacency, it ricochets, breaking apart into settling dust. Resting in tired veins, silently praying for energy to … Continue reading Intention’s Grave
Relevant
my dear your beautiful existance tethered to mine without you it is i who is irrelevant ... hold tight to me as fear like water nestles in the spaces between and you feel like floating away our anchored embrace will keep us from drifting
The Joke
Good morning, I say. Ask how you are? You share a sorrowful story. My heart aches. You laugh. ... I wish you the sincerest of good nights. You shrug, say you’ll try. Sadness lingers on your words. I, reaching to comfort. You laugh. ... My pain, silly thoughts, frightened words hiding from sound’s crescendo, my … Continue reading The Joke
Active Rest
Ignore it Put your hands over your ears Close your eyes Retract into a turtle’s shell Hiding From conflict From love From pain From anything real What a waste of life Breathe and take a risk A turtle only wins the race if he comes out of his shell Choose a path and move forward, … Continue reading Active Rest
Walls
A stone wall reflection masks any shred of truth while loving souls’ arms grow weary, clinging to the chance of an honest word. Eventually grips weaken, hands falling away one by one. Now empty, the room where others stood leaving only you surrounded by the great cold walls you built. Your words, once inspired, now … Continue reading Walls
Wine
It soothes. Collapses protective walls of anger. Vulnerability I become. I sink into the memory of your face against mine, so close warmth is intertwined. Lips magnetized yet remain separate, fearing the loss of any last remnants of control. Regret laces each additional sip.
Fade
Shards of glass fall uneven to where the picture dropped Protection of the memory unintentionally lost The memory sits and fade is the air we breathe Not replenished not replaced due to the cost ... A still image unvisited again Due to the pain it incites in the heart Eventually swept away by something unknowledgeable … Continue reading Fade
