Let go of what you’ve already lost. Why is that so difficult for some of us? I want to be mr. fahrenheit, invert the world and see it for what it truly is. ecstasy won’t be your companion unless you let it. I want to…

We have until the night is over and words waste our last breaths. First love never lingers long it succumbs to an early death. This ballad marks the future that has committed theft. Lights circle the walls reminding us of minutes left. Pull your body…

I don’t wish to do what you ask though I’m happy to do otherwise I do not like to follow rules even ones I make myself Leave the door ajar and let me know I may enter and long we’ll sit and talk or sit…

I am not a man of constant sorrow. I am not one who sees the forest. I see trees. I am not much of one to see tomorrow. Today is good enough for one who sees. I am not a poet full of good intentions….

Hope Faith Two words that many people misunderstand Yet because I know where my hope lies And because I know where my faith lies My life is good I have faith that God will do as He says He will He will fulfill His promises…

Tropical Megacity Virginia Carraway Stark Twin Spires pierce the sky Of the tropical land Where fountains spring And the air is filled With food from dozens of lands It is a city of green Birds fill THIS central park A jungle that is left virgin…

After today, he thought the world will never be quite the same she swam across the pond and danced like Amphritite onto the sand he envied the water drops that caressed her lissome curves the sun kissing her golden hair and wind that stroked without…

Following up on my early morning Dylan listening, I’ve given myself the prompt to write a poem about a line from any song, choosing a line from “Visions of Johanna.” I haven’t seen the house I shared with two housemates I’ve since lost contact. But,…

A series of unfortunate events Turned love Into Bitter hate. Misunderstandings, And setups. Create a fire so massive, Love cannot Live here Anymore. She cries for him, He moves on from her. A beautiful tragedy In life. Emails are the new paper trail. Logged in…

It seems as if it would be fun to have around. Frankly, I’ve always been a bit more fixated on my license to live. It was gifted to me as a child and I couldn’t comprehend its full value until the pretrichor filled my lungs…