Poem 13

In your eyes I am a mat You step on You walk all over me But it’s nice to have me you need to get some stuff out And I let you In your eyes I am a painting You like having me around You…

a poem says “you know i really mean this, right?”

I Have Never Been In Love

I have never been in love So I believe, but I am charmed with anyone that loves me. I live happy and alone,   So I believe. But I am charmed If someone goes out of their way to ask. “I live happy and alone,”…

“I”

This crazy mind of mine Roaming around… Between I and ME And last night a Faceless voice Startle me, I asked who are you ? It replied “I” Than a unfamiliar Gust of wind asked me The reason of my sorrow I wrote on wet…

5PM About Coffee

I have had difficulty posting this one so here it is again Smooth like suede hot as the sun refreshing like an ocean breeze eye opening like a cold shower awakening as a pets nose aromatic like the forest delicious as chocolate  

“Seven Ages”

Dear Stranger Across A Crowded Room,   I feel like I’ve known you all my life. Through the mass of bodies, Our eyes did meet. And in that glance, I just knew, What our future would be. I’ll glide across, And introduce myself. Awkward as…

The Struggle

The struggle… It was there inside, Underneath All the smiles And pretension. A mask of many faces Worn on many occasions Painted, plastic What a masterpiece It was then.   Now when rising up There is no need for masks Or pretension. All washed away…

The tattooed lady

Train tracks like a tattoo Down the arm of my city Bogged down in boom time Every house tells Of another boom that flared Then died Cities aren’t trees They are built for industry Not for beauty Or the practicality Of water and air Or…

Summer Skin.

I can taste it, the seething heat of a summer afternoon. It wraps me up like a blanket, its warmth kissing my skin like a long lost lover. I’m pulled into a dreamy haze, every step taking more effort than the last, wading through a…

in the end

there is little to be said for the end of things much to be felt but very little to be said no excuses to render that will justify no amount of apology or special gift there is nothing one can do to fill the giant empty…