Posted on April 5, 2020 Leave a Comment
Dead of winteras the winds howlI’m still out there searching for youfootprints quickly coverforgetting how far I’ve comemy hands, no longer feelmy breath, stolenmy eyes, blinded by this stormmy heart, almost emptymy will…unbroken
Posted on March 27, 2020 13 Comments
Hey all, I wanted to drop in and let you all know that one of my most recent poems has been published on Spillwords. It’s live as of today. I submitted it a little while ago, they liked it, and informed me last week of their intention to share it for their own audience. It […]
Posted on March 26, 2020 15 Comments
Take me to a Springwhere every day was as young as Iand the sun would come winking through the curtains
Posted on March 16, 2020 9 Comments
I’m looking around,at him, at her, at themmad, confused…mostly scaredof something that may not even be thereand all I can think about is you
Posted on February 14, 2020 4 Comments
Love is like the heart losing its breath, and there’s only one person who can return the air. – Ash
Posted on January 31, 2020 6 Comments
I walked in the shadowsbefore I knew any lightashamed, guilty, and full of regretmy only out was running toward the darkwhere I belongedthere, to slither between mistake after mistakeand masquerade with a beating heartthe scene, was set in rhythm and sweatpeople would stare, stare straight through meI wanted it…I deserved itnobody allowed to peek beyond […]
Posted on October 23, 2018 18 Comments
Why can’t I smile and mean it anymore? Is it because of my friend, dear Misery? But, I’ve known her now, more than anyone of flesh. She whispers constantly in my ear. Of a promise…that if I go with her. She’ll take my spirit and scatter it amongst the stars, so I may no longer […]
Posted on April 3, 2018 5 Comments
‘Every morn…I look up for a brighter sun, to cast away clouds that still pursue me. Told that time will move them forward, patience should be a friend. Though, all I feel as I gaze toward each daily set, is that I am still losing both.
Posted on March 19, 2018 2 Comments
‘Blind must be the heart, when there is so much colour… all that’s seen is grey.’
Posted on March 6, 2018 2 Comments
Raindrops lost in a puddle, I have already lost track. A ray of light… just one.
