Laughing
was so much
of what we did
at everything
and nothing
simply because
we could.
We never
had that
lobster dinner
but we should have.
Who knew
that we would
run out of time?
Life
is so fucking short
over
in an eye blink
but few ever realize this
until someone
is gone.
A little bit of everything including reviews, collections, poetry and the stories of my so-called life.
Friday, May 8, 2015
Monday, May 4, 2015
Dear Seven
Little girl
you are stronger
than you think.
Do not listen
to your fractured mind.
Follow
your fragile heart.
you are stronger
than you think.
Do not listen
to your fractured mind.
Follow
your fragile heart.
Friday, May 1, 2015
Depression
Oh
the games you play.
Darkness
hovering every day.
I wish
you would go away.
But alas
you are here to stay.
the games you play.
Darkness
hovering every day.
I wish
you would go away.
But alas
you are here to stay.
Saturday, April 25, 2015
Precarious
Life is riddled
with psychic land mines.
The trick
is avoiding them
if you can
yet living always
as if you cannot.
with psychic land mines.
The trick
is avoiding them
if you can
yet living always
as if you cannot.
Tuesday, April 7, 2015
Beautiful
If only
what is on the outside
reflected
who we are within.
If only
we were truly valued
for what lies
beneath our skin.
If only
our strength of spirit
spurred real change
to begin.
Then perhaps our looks
would no longer matter
and every woman
would win.
what is on the outside
reflected
who we are within.
If only
we were truly valued
for what lies
beneath our skin.
If only
our strength of spirit
spurred real change
to begin.
Then perhaps our looks
would no longer matter
and every woman
would win.
Thursday, April 2, 2015
The Lost
It is
a remarkable thing
when one's present
state of existence
feels like all there is
and all that can ever be.
To seek
yet never find
stumbling blindly through life
almost
but not quite
broken.
Simply stated
until found
one cannot imagine
how utterly brutal
it is
to be lost.
a remarkable thing
when one's present
state of existence
feels like all there is
and all that can ever be.
To seek
yet never find
stumbling blindly through life
almost
but not quite
broken.
Simply stated
until found
one cannot imagine
how utterly brutal
it is
to be lost.
Blue
Blue
eyes sometimes grey
mostly the portal
to deep thoughts
and hidden dreams.
Blue
soul in tumult
occasionally meandering
but mostly residing
in a lonely space.
Blue
is the color
that I most love
and the feeling
that I most hate.
eyes sometimes grey
mostly the portal
to deep thoughts
and hidden dreams.
Blue
soul in tumult
occasionally meandering
but mostly residing
in a lonely space.
Blue
is the color
that I most love
and the feeling
that I most hate.
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