Poem #97: My People Are Not the Same
We start out with our connections as an empty light board Slowly, each empty spot is replaced with a little light bulb As the years roll by, more lights appear But not always Some lights go dim Some lights burn out Some lights shatter It's a...
Poem #96: Not Much of a Dancer
When my days are troubled I always reach for my headphones And put them in my ears Slowly, the rhythm passes through my veins Flowing through every part of me. When I feel the beat kick My hearts yearns to align with the drum I feel the beat...
Poem #95: That One Time My Eyes Saw Everything
Paper covered bricks of paper Lie in the corner Quiet and inert Suddenly, the pages burst into flame Crackle and pop! Until naught but ash remains Out of the ashes a triangle tuft appears. Then another followed by a pair of feline eyes Yellow...
Poem #94: Moving Up
A plant's life starts as a seed A hard, solid shell of potential. The first drink of water is the sweetest Each drop causes the seed to swell Slowly, a crack appears The smallest of roots is born. After many roots have made their way Deep...
Poem #93: Direction
The beating in me can't decide What it wants in life To go in the direction of the distant past Where love was only felt on one side Not more of moving forward But of what could have been To go in the direction of the first Missing him more than...
Poem #92: Fire
With new eyes on the horizon A new flame arises Despite the love lost, Affection and care take its place Enjoying the days and nights together And pushing through the days apart Surrounded by those that see me Those who listen and laugh...
Poem #91: The Way
Excuse me, sir, I seem to be lost I cannot find my way Did I take a wrong turn at Lexington Avenue? I took a right, or was it a left? The bright street lamp on the corner of Harrison Was where I was supposed to take a left, correct? Or was it a...
Poem #90: Distance and Time
My heart belongs many miles away, But my body is stuck to this floor. I cannot grow wings; Not of glorious white feathers Or cloaked black leather. My back remains smooth skin. Separated are we not by chains, Not walls nor bridges, Only by...
Poem #89: The Wind
A small breeze passes through the town Sending a pile of leaves across the lawn. This small breeze wants to be something more, But alas, it is but a breeze. The breeze is not a stronger wind, Able to mess with the hair of passers by. It is not...
Poem #88: Dark Tunnel
Dark gray clouds spread across the sky Blocking out the sun And my path leads through a dark tunnel One would often think it foolish To go down dark tunnels Especially one you've been down before But I see a light at the end of this tunnel ...
Poem #69: Inside of a Box
_Inside of a Box_ Batches of boxes, Packing peanuts and tape, Gasoline and cash, Fill up the week to come. Packing away things Used everyday fills The day and passes away. Keys, cleaners and sweat Could fill the rooms and Hallways of each new...
The Lost Tundra
A cold, harsh landscape lies ahead. Barren, rolling hills hinder the large snowplow as it rumbles forward. Bitter, freezing winds beat at the plow, trying to knock it over. The wind blows drifts of snow up from the icy hills into the air in thin...