Found Poem, from Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot They will sing to me Etherized Visions and revisions I have known deserted streets Squeezed the universe into corners Each to each Time to turn back, prepare a face Almost ridiculous A magic…

In reply to Letter From The Future Poem 11 Dear future me aged forty-nine Perhaps it’s time to drink some wine I think I know just what to do First thing on the list, ignoring you Got this living life thing figured out I can…

Breath in once again. The words are hollow and full Of Lies. Let them go.

I grow old…I grow old… I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. Yes, I grow old…But have I grown cold? I can hear my voice speaking words, uncontrolled. I do not want to grow old, sad and crabby; Lord, grow me in your…

Feeling better now that I checked up on it I will feel better once I get updated on it Feel better about yourself When you feel nothing at all And if you fall get back up Feel better that you took that step Feel better…

It lives on as an existential temptation, a veritable itch you dare not scratch. The fear of the unknown permeates deeper than you’ll ever understand. It offers nothing in the way of absolution; it just feeds on your own insecurities and transgressions. Yet it offers…

Last dance (Let us go then, you and I; Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot) Let us go then, you and I, Where slender legs meet the floor And you teach me and I teach you The dance that elves know Among…

Chasing the sunrise, Timelapse lost, hurled into the future, Half a day away, spinning around a turning world, I’ve come to inherit dreams, swelling mythology, indulge in food and fantasy. Adventure in every unknown minute, in every glancing eye and stranger met lies the happenstance…

Why have you arrived at this late hour Did you hit the snooze on your alarm too many times I’ve been working since you went to bed We have much to do, nothing else need be said I’ve finally realized I have the power Now…

I should have been a pair of ragged claws Scuttling across the floors of silent seas. ~ Love Song of Alfred Prufrock by TS Eliot Please don’t speak of love as isolated as can be. How terribly lonely you sound to me! Please don’t speak…