Typing Heartache

What fresh sting is this Heart dipped in something like formaldehyde Not sure what made dissecting tools necessary Couldn’t be another pin prick Could I run exploratory marathons across all my favorite cities Find the poverty minstrels playing nostalgic tunes in public parks I can almost feel a pulse in Boston now I can almost…

The Rest I Seek

Tired of running Tired of pretending it’s the same Acting as though you understand Trying to share the empathy of a moment When you stand at an antipodes Relating here, a fool’s errand Could one retire? From caring? I see no finish lines I’m out of breath and belief I’m running without shoes I’m jogging…

Mingling Hues of Red and Blue

I found a paint brush A tool to color some universes And with this wand in my terrestrial grip I brushed across a canvas And gave my tears pigment Have you ever looked at the reflection of trees on a lake, as rage on a placid surface? Have you ever viewed the creamy aquatic blue…

to the trees

how can you protect me when you fear me? where do the tallest sequoias grow? That thinning bark on eucalyptus trees saddens me. palms lean at hurricanes willows ever weep oaks reach at air pines become bothersome with sap Birnham wood may stay at bay Sherwood forest is as fictional as the character I seek.

Closer and Farther

I play 9 crimes again I promised not to never let this happen again I nurse my heart and know these ones never get tears only some short lines in a book I think of tragedy That last time I had to rescue my versus Strewn through b drives and e drives and over 4…

This inks again

Hello pen we haven’t talked in some time C’mon soul let’s etch the things only you and I know Whence did the wanderings and longings and honest moments begin their hibernations? You are welcome here. You need not burrow beneath ordinary. You need not hide from the snow and sorrow. We welcome you like rain…

You’re making people I’m making memories

This place is new Unchartered You’re making people I’m making memories I’m discovering life Some days I believe in new things Knowing I’m alive Wanting to be active, participating, creating in the world Those days I want a new fishing pole I want a sewing machine I want a good camera I want to make…

I want a Mom for Christmas

Dear Santa, I want a mom for Christmas. I want a mom so badly. And I was pretty good this year, so I hope you will oblige. There are a few requirements for her.. I want a very particular, certain kind of mom. You’ll need the special elves to find her. Here’s my list I…

Keep a cool head

Anger waits on the tip of a spear with a handle and a head that may quickly be reversed.

Joke

I wanted to write a funny poem on my phone but I had trouble punching in the lines

Coloring Tomorrow

My mind trips Trickling with fears The fickle traps of what-if nears Changing Homes, jobs, friends, and love interests Worried I will find myself at a loss And penniless Again Then these uncertainties go from foreboding gray skies So much unknown To a colored prism of possibilities Places I may travel May live May work…