You said with your actions I am not worth saving. You said with your actions You never loved me. You said with your actions You would let me drown in my thoughts. How then am I supposed to trust you? Why would I let you in again To the darkest depths of my soul? What ...

sometimes things happenthat brings out the sadnessbut there is always a silver lininga path at first hard to find when one door closes, another opensdifficult to see, blinded by our emotionsthe promise of something better is always therethough sometimes hidden you might have to look for a whilebut you’ll eventually find that doorand when you ...

He is the perfect partnerThe words tumble from her lipsdisregarding anypain or tearspreviously shed He is passionate and dignifiedwords she now uttersas the warmthof his bodycomforts her in his bed His words aresoft and caringlike none she’s ever heardher words describe him boldlywithout the slightest care in the world She’s oblivious to thetime and patienceinvested ...

I left for hell in a handcart. I waved goodbye, wished them well. I vowed a postcard from the fiery pits, signed by vagabond, me.   On my way to the ground, I stopped at a pub crawl. Somehow this place led me to heaven. I was one over the eight when I stumbled outside. ...

The pendulum swings- delicate life. When goodness usurps, both blades of the knife. Nostalgia-when happiness, seeming so clear yet, soon the non wounded slashes appear. While riding crescendo, baritone lie in wait. Upon its arrival, the Earth trembles great. Terrible fortune, only could be yet, hours before, the world at your knees. How does one ...

As the sun began to bleed  At dusk and the birds Gathered for the evening chorus, I began to wonder if this was A dream.   Your hands were so small, Your eyes never got to see  Pinks and reds of dawn,  Let alone this sunset, or a Full moon.   I had waited so ...

Winter is here, and, like it or not, so are the holidays that I try my best not to think about the rest of the year. This will be my third fatherless Christmas season. I think missing him gets hardest on November 1st and stays that way until December 26th. The only thing worse than ...

It’s easy for someone to forget that I’m not okay. I am good at putting on the ‘okay’ face and pretending that my heart isn’t still horribly mangled from losing my dad. It isn’t something I bring up meeting new people because I don’t want to be the “sad kid.” When someone makes an insensitive ...

Her blue eyes– dispirited. Her ingenuity went down with the sun, but broke the promise that it would return at dawn. And how can one contently sit on their porch and savor their 5:13 A.M. coffee if the East has ceased to shine its rays?   I wondered what the world looked like on her ...