Sunshine with the Overcast of Rainy Thoughts — New Poems
Sunshine breaks through the overcast, Of rainy thoughts that never seemed to pass. Stepping forward, closer with each stride, To a goal my life was destined to find. Years of striving, now within my reach, A dream unfolding,…
Dear Memory Maker — New Poems
All you wanted was to enjoy A new memory maker, Something that stirs a feeling You never thought you’d know. But inside, the days are burdened, Carrying the weight of past ties— People, places, things. A host of…
My Current Love Story — New Poems
Wading through the wreckage of loving you, Unbalanced heartstrings hum forgotten tunes, Melodies of sorrow echo in the hollow, Questions pounding against the walls of my mind. Confused scenes replay, Laughter masking the…
Heavy on Pride, Disguised in Triumphant Chaos — New Poems
I rode the levels—highs that crack the sky, lows that kiss the floor of hell. Still, the phantom taste of something lingers— some product, some poison, some memory that won’t let go. They tried to run with my soul,…
Post-it Notes — New Poems
The only foreign policy issued was the agreement of condolence— a once-ratified mogul who carried the pride of spoken words, crafting unity among all who followed. The Duchess didn’t like how his feathers ruffled…
Lonely Man Hours — New Poems
I started to balance out boundaries, But they waged wars within me, And with others. It made me sink into my own misery, A heart left pondering, unprotected. I mistook the downfalls, the cries, As proof that pain had…
PTSD Defined — New Poems
The people, places, and things— sightseeing, a simple pleasure, but with every turn, a lingering aroma, a sniff that pulls you back in time. Onomatopoeia effects— sounds that echo with weight, resonating in…
Forehead — New Poems
Exposed to the wreckage of rise and fall, Burned by the same cycles of discord and broken paradox That haunt every soul — No one ever sees my point of view, Only to return, As if the first time was even a beginning.…
I Didn’t Die — New Poems
I just stepped off Earth for a while. I sat with the higher ones — talked, laughed, listened — and then they sent me back. I was granted another chance. Now I know the quiet joys of simply waking up. The responsibility…
Wilt — New Poems
i forgot my name in the mirror— left it somewhere between the sigh and the stare. words don’t come here, only quiet breaks. my hands don’t fit me no more, so…