Poetry

November 13, 2018
Black boxes

Boxes

We collect every hope.

Every dream, every wish.
Every visit home.

We gather them in baskets
or cans
or even the cradle of our t-shirts
as we stretch them out and care nothing
for the damage we may cause them.

Damage is a price we pay.
Willingly.
The risk we take.
Gladly.

Damage is a thing we will all carry -
but unlike our hopes and dreams,
eventually we will leave it by the roadside
while the rest
we store away
in boxes.

March 9, 2018
Ring of fire

My Brain Is Aflame

My brain is aflame as it rains and explains the life insane as it rolls and rocks with urges and thoughts and spills through the thrills of my energized frame. 'Tween the low and the high, I'm piercing the sky with no means to fly but my frantic supply of dreams and drive as I live and I die, minute by minute.

February 9, 2018
Couple holding hands at sunset

Do You Remember?

Do you remember that night, the night we first kissed?
Me in my Sunday best, you in that summer dress.
The one I will forever measure your best, till the end of days,
in spite of the countless fashion candidates to follow.

January 16, 2018
Calculator

Math Class Ass

Here I sit in my math class, feeling fine, except for my ass.
I stretch, I yawn, let it all hang out, but I get too loose, and my tongue falls out.
There’s a girl on my left, a guy to my right, I shake my head and they watch the sight.
I start to drool, I start to shake, I forget my ass, as my head now aches...

December 19, 2017
Wish on dandelion

Our Dream

If you dream of flying and I dream of dying, who’s the one crying for help?
You yearn for things, only my dream can bring, while I do not lie to myself.
To dream that you can, do things beyond man is exactly what I myself do.
But you try to clasp what lies past your grasp while I, to myself remain true.
Your fantastical dreams bring your life to its knees
In the end, you must take from yourself.

So, if you dream of flying and I dream of dying, who’s the one crying for help?

December 13, 2017
Rocky shoreline

The Loneliest Place

The loneliest place you will ever stand,
is on the rocky shore beneath your own skin.

Trapped between your now and the past.

The "who you were" and the "who I am",
the “where you will go” and the “never began”.

An island onto yourself.

Adrift.
Alone.
Alive.

And from the jagged cliffs you will dive
to the darkest depths,
holding tight to the belief
that the weight you have carried for so long,
has made you strong enough to swim.

December 12, 2017
Bare light bulb in old room

Claustrophobe

In these dreams I dream these days
that a secret fear I’d locked away
and hoped to never bring this way
has finally come to call.

I stumble forth from sheets still wet
in sleep I dampened them with sweat
while try I might but never yet
have I made it past these walls...

November 27, 2017
Raindrops on a window

She Is That Strong

She chases her dreams like raindrops chase gravity down a pane of glass
tracing erratic patterns on their way to an end
to merge with others as they collide along the way
breaking free when it's time, taking pieces from each
expanding
understanding
not lonely but always, in the end, alone.

November 7, 2017
Little girl in dark woods

What Are Fathers For?

Be careful how high you let your dreams carry you, my dear. My arms are not very long and if you drift beyond their reach, we will have only our memories and the air between to sustain us.

November 7, 2017
Lonely man overlooking city

Beauty In The World

Time has stolen my confidence
My mind has stolen my youth
Each day is a question
Each answer - half lie, less truth

I built myself a family
Believed I had a plan
Discovered belief was for the living
Learned how to be a broken man