Five years, light and laughter fill my eyes. Airy and breathy, like feathers floating upon the wind. Hope swells like cresting ocean waves and dreams rise higher than the desert mountain tops of memory. The stars and moon never out of reach for the innocent…
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Yellow Roses Remained
The aftermath was devastating Twisted metal, fractured wires Bricks tossed all around The house largely a total loss Once a family home, a two story safe-haven The force of the hurricane too much for it to bear When the family first saw it, tears and…
Missing
They turn their head the other way look back again to see her play Where is she? Where did she go? They turn their head for a moment nowhere to show! They screamed her name time and time again! No where to find her A…
Hour 14 – Twisted Nature
Weeds Like weeds among the flowers in my yard, you sneak inside my soul and block the sun. I wish at times like this my heart was hard. There was a time when loving you was fun but now it feels like leeches at the…
Hour Fourteen
Watching my goldfish, I wonder about his natural habitat imagine his gold tail swishing in crystal clear water, mouth opening and closing on exotic cuisine not flakes of brown, orange and green. They say a goldfish has a 30 second attention span. Terrifying idea, that….
I’ll Always Remember – In Memory of Susan Bachman
Two years ago today, I reached out to help your family I can still see your parents in my mind as they traveled cross country Every call, every lead, every person that thought they saw you All were angels in disguise And like them, I…
Earth 2016
The world is flat with a fence around the perimeter. Braying, mewling people scramble seeking freedom. But no one can be bothered with the gate.
Wayward
Alone I stand in this barren land Don’t know what happened in life as I’ve gone Don’t know how I just don’t know But I am here now no home to have No job no food no family I’m sad. The days have come and…
looking at it
The sun rises Night has quietly left The starts agreed To remain covered They don’t want the attention They know They will shine again. Birds have started chirping a song Telling the world Look at the beautiful day How bright it is Something great…
Hour 13 – Missing Person
She’s Gone The pain inside my soul is painted and flavored by the emptiness I feel, thinking of the eternity of time I now must spend wandering alone toward the grave that awaits us all. There was a time, not so very long ago that…