Asinine phrases spill out

My speech banal and my audience bored

All of the attention and glamor I fail to hoard

“Does anyone care what I have to say?”

Yet they had listened with attentive ears

When a fellow partygoer had to interject

Saying I had a detail incorrect, no disrespect

“Doesn’t anyone believe me!”

My articulation had stayed its welcome

And yet kept spilling out at full blast

It seeme...

Rays of light

And roses of white

A bumblebee takes flight

Such a wonderful sight

The earth cool and wet

I bury the seed

Waiting a few sunsets

On fresh lettuce I will feed

Plummeting droplets

Wet the soil and the roots

Moisture and sun let

My roses rise and roost

Creating life from soil and light

Makes for such a humbling sight

Harvesting basil and thinking I may

Grow parsley next season, pepper...

As the morning mist delicately peppers my face, I wonder how I got to this point. The gray clouds mosey across the melancholic sky, blotting out the sunlight. A grouping of birds soar across the sky, flying southward away from this increasingly chilly landscape. A strong gust of wind catches me by surprise, reddening my ears and nose from the cold. A gray morning for a gray life.

See, here I was ...

“It’s a shame you must go”

Is what I said to her

But in my heart I know

She should stay away for sure

Approaching the door

Then the knob turns

Hope to never see her no more

Or she spontaneously combusts and burns

I’m giddy and eager

For this woman to leave

Her love was meager

And her lies she would weave

Yet I keep a smile

My face is filled with joy

Hope she walks a mile

Over plastic Lego toys...

“And that’s how you organize a marketing campaign”

She said as her fingers ran through her luscious mane

As she pressed the black marker to her lips

I was daydreaming that it was my fingertips

Five minutes later, she called on me to answer

A question unknown, as I imagined her a dancer

And completely zoned out and failed to pay attention

She got so mad, yet it only grew my attraction

How could ...

Muddled thoughts make for muddled mind

Surety and certainty are long left behind

Surrounded by phantoms of folks I once knew

My heart is no longer honest or true

I remember before my heart became asunder

As a child this world seemed a such wonder

But the waters of life erode bit by bit

Wearing away a once indomitable spirit

It’s easy to lose yourself, to lose true north

When your passions fail...

I am lost. So lost. The chilling cold surrounds me from all sides, suffocating me with it’s frosty force and icy intensity. I have lost my ability to see, to hear, to even walk properly. I need your help.

You know what to do, right? You survived this. How anyone could I’m not sure. My fingers are frost bitten, my eyes snow blinded, my heart colder than the air surrounding it. How did I get here I...

A distant light in the dark sky

A place immeasurably distant

Who must live there, how and why

I close my eyes and transport in an instant

Trees in the sky, clouds on the ground

An exotic bug stumbles through a river

Purple liquid flowing all around

The excitement just makes me shiver

A distant call from a foreign bird

Flapping four wings with ferocious speed

Some bipedal horses herd

Chewing on ...

Left swipe. Left swipe. Left swipe. So many women obsessed with drinking and so called hiking, where is an original person? Hang on… who is she? Wow she is stunning, long black hair, piercing green eyes, and is that a bottle in her hand. God no please not another drinker. Hang on, why is there a cloth hanging out of the bottle, surely that can’t be a Molotov cocktail? Next picture, she’s standing ...

The desire to run was lost. The ability to run was lost. The will to live was lost. This is how Jeremy felt when the doctor told him that due to his chronic illness he would never run again. Dreams of state championships crushed. But less superficially than titles and trophies, Jeremy’s soul felt crushed. The freedom of barreling down the open road, legs moving and wind blowing through his hair. W...