I scatch a scab And watch it bleed As the blood gushes out I suck on it with resentment
Leave a CommentMonth: August 2021
Yellow grasses turn silver in the light of the moon, Sleepily they hum and shiver, whispering their quiet hymns. Cornflowers yawn as the fireflies flicker,…
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Some distance off you’d see a shadow growing, spreading, consuming the street, imposing, menacing, and you’d run, run – the refrain of dreams. In waking…
Leave a CommentDon’t listen to the siren songs of the sea You’ll drown a worthless death I went to the sea, but all I heard Was the…
Leave a CommentG-d, I am sorry I’m sorry I don’t want to believe in you But everything is wrong I don’t know why you chose me to…
2 CommentsListening to a podcast, I watched a fly zoom about Carefully I tried to kill it without any luck Then, it went across my eyelids,…
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No words offered can lessen your sorrow but know your in my prayers may God and His angels surround you at this time of need,…
1 CommentAmidst a boundless ocean, I, To the edge of it must sail, Keeping company with a tawny finch, Against slates of zealous gale. The woman…
3 CommentsYou loved the snow in January, When winter’s breath was new. When it was blemishless and sparkled white, As pure as morning dew. You loved…
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a haunting palace of various voices tears and joys are here displayed tourists come to see the ruins and listen to the echos that here…
2 CommentsHe was afraid to be alone, aloneness both the sea and the ship that moors in Me. He never got to see all that ailed…
1 CommentFrankness triggers outbursts observe energies rise to surface. Sides of different truths, each hold their banner be true to what you follow, then reap the…
1 CommentI can tell it’s an August morning The cool air and dew between my toes Is telling me that summer is drawing to a close…
5 CommentsLong buried in the drawer the photograph looked at me as a dimly lit chink of a door. Behind my father my first love stood,…
Leave a CommentAnonymous One, The mature bloom of yellow afternoon Waved at us, and we entered Amsterdam park. September spoke softly to beach and sand dune, Passersby,…
Leave a CommentMy coffee’s cold And I don’t have anyone to talk to I guess I will write But what do I write about? There’s a million…
1 CommentThe support of friends and family, Laughter among friends and family, The respect of colleagues, associates, The contributions to community – The way was clear…
Leave a CommentUnder the filth of my addiction Is my solitude I am left alone with a cancer That I cannot cure As it grows, my mouth…
1 CommentWhat is failure? What success? Failure has been a frequent visitor in whose company you stumbled on the golden green, gateless, deathless grass I wear, shown…
Leave a CommentMindful rational observations “there is nothing new under the sun” just repackaged like the love between strangers. While self-reflecting my mind clamored silence and in…
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