Woe is Me

Friday night, bars are closing I don’t know why I’m here Feelings hit me deep inside, stepping in this Uber ride It’s loneliness I fear Every time, inside my head I say that she’s the one Naïveté and ignorance have got me acting with no sense So why oh why do I keep saying this … More Woe is Me

My Hands

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

Ripples

Ripples, I see down below The waves are moving, soft and slow Like zephyrs, gently drifting through The water’s stillness calms and soothes I cast a rock into its deeps Watch it sink as this willow weeps I see the first bright evening star Across the lake, the trees afar The coast adorns a bright … More Ripples

My Life

The sand, the dirt, the grass, the trees The sticks, the stones, the light, the breeze The things this world has made for me Have warmed my heart and set me free I look at the stars as I rest on my knee They twinkle and spark, this light that I see I gaze at … More My Life

Scars

They’re carried each and every day, they never ever go away. I cannot seem to find a place where minds are clear and thoughts erased. They stay with me, they’re always there, it seems a saddened love affair. My heart is blackened when the air begins to flow with fervent prayer. The things I’ve done, … More Scars

The Story Tellers

The Story Tellers Mysterious, whimsical; uncrackable shell Are we who stand before you with a tale that we shall tell Scribbling sonnets, haikus and more Holding the key to life’s Happiness Door Thinking and thinking, absorbed in our thought Creating the worlds that the people have bought Our role is so simple, just write a … More The Story Tellers

My Diary

My Diary I lay in this bed with these thoughts in my head, looking at the blood that I bled when these pieces of my heart were all shred. These nights tear me apart, make me wish I could go back and restart the life that I’ve led so I can sew together the dangling … More My Diary

Picture This

Picture this, a long hallway all lined with words There’s writing on walls Perched atop the banister are ravens, the blackest birds As you softly tiptoe through these dark, sadistic halls Picture this, an unmarked door confronts you You know not what’s within A frightening cry, it pierces through Compels you to come in Picture … More Picture This