Its a blue kinda day Lost in that dark lonely place The outside wears a smile while I cry from the inside My muse rides me hard this morning I fight the pain from that door that is opening, that place that whispers to meIt is no shade of grey Words dance...
I grew up in a pessimistic family where my parents imagine the worst outcome in a situation and that outcome would always turn out to be true. At first I thought they were psychic and that they predicted the future but that thought went away as quickly as...
If on purpose, or by accident you keep pouring yourself into me like sand with water passing through it you think it’s leaching, leaching, leaching and filtered through while I don’t notice waves and salt, the sweetened dunes ----- with our respective anc...
She was new, how could she have known? (Break up with her, have a fling, do something, back together again) The star quarterback. Handsome. Gentlemanly. Kind. Humorous. (The star quarterback. Monster. Acting. Angry. Dangerous.) The cause of the bill every...
Is this a poem?I often wonder.Related statements,on one line and another,does that, fundamentally,a poem make?I take my time,I think of a rhyme I post it hereand drink a beer.It rhymes, it scans,but, really, it has no plans.Where will it all end, and am I...