Can we be honest with ourselves for a moment? I want to talk about some things. Things like Facebook. Twitter. Instagram, perhaps. Hell, even Tinder…anything that lets people advertise who they are (or at least who they want to be) without having to concern themselves with the real world. Yeah, I know. It’s not easy … More The One: First Entry
So bittersweet, this day to me Each year it lies in wait The pain so strong, the memories: glee I’m struck by love and hate The loss of those we hold most dear Turns to tragedy, life’s play And while you feel the hurt all year We all have that one day A time when … More What I’d Give
Wanderlust, traveler, perhaps even gypsy So many labels they’ve applied, but in reality Living life is all she wants, it’s really that simple Her spirit shines through both her smile, and her cute cheek dimple Life is meant for living, yes, a thing she truly gets Singing, dancing, spinning round, she loves without regrets Always … More Wanderlust
Unforgiving, relentless, cruel More sour than lemon or lime Yielded by Life, this emotionless tool Deals pain that’s inevitable: Time No matter the love or the laughter it sees It strikes without warning or sign Its flame turns to smolder the most peaceful of trees All beginnings, it ends by design Why, all too often, … More Love & Loss
Softly cup my hand to ear As wind blows whispers that I hear Sadness, loss, regret they bring All shadows from my yesteryear Words escape me, ones I’ve lost I never knew how much it’d cost When I thought not to buy a ring The path I should, I never crossed Now I’m forced to … More Winds of Change
After all the hurt and pain I’ve seen, I realize things aren’t what they seem Life is one unconscious stream, to most a nightmare; some a dream I like to say I think things through but don’t know if I really do Can’t comprehend the things He knew and yet I keep on trying to … More Trust.
Some time ago, I sat upon a balcony, just staring on My mind, my thoughts, my very soul, sat wondering where it all goes I pondered whether, when we die, the scrolls are true, or just a lie And as I sat there, lost in thought, a child came, a book he’d brought Sitting down … More The Fear of Death
Never idle, on the move, ink pours on the page The force that drives, a needed guide, is with me on this stage I try to be an optimist, but sometimes I’m consumed by rage Thinking of how things are done and how they could so quickly change Yes all the world’s a stage you … More My Hands
My love. My all. Such memories do we share. Memories such as the times we’d awaken to the sun’s shimmering rays darting through the window, on those soft linen sheets as you’d rollover, greeting me with the morning’s first kiss. Memories of your fingers gently gliding, cusping the back of my neck, holding me as … More Letter to My Lost: 1
*Note: this poem contains heavily critical language directed toward God/religion. Please refer to the comments added afterwards for the author’s explanation. This is not intended to offend, but please use discretion when reading if you have are easily triggered by content that is critical to the topic. Keep the Prayers Keep the prayers, I request, … More Keep the Prayers
How the World Should Work 