Poetry in Teacups

Give me poetry in teacups Pour me milk from a cup of expectations Sweeten it with intent and desire I want poetry in a teacup Serve it to me lukewarm So that I may forget it’s there Give me poetry in a teacup Stir in bits of denial and doubt Heat it back up again…

In a field of flowers

I hope to see you in a field of flowers Becoming one with the wind Swaying with wild roses Remembering how beautiful you are I hope to see you in a field of flowers With a crown and a smile Or maybe tears on your cheeks Thinking about where you have been I hope to…

Bloom like flowers in spring

My dear, I see you waiting on the next shoe to drop For the next heartbreak to come your way I see you crying in a corner, miserable But there will come a time when sadness can only be counted as a moment in your pass You will grow to love once more And bloom…

Sands of time

I have written your name in the sands of time Carved out your sacred place in my heart And for me, for today, for an eternity That is enough to know that I loved you

Moth to a Flame

I turn my head to the west and look at the dying sun Moths flock to a flame they don’t understand I am there, moth to a flame Consume me just the same

I have fallen in love with the simplicity of dawn

Small birds sing in the distance and I remember a simpler time I wake, rubbing the troubles of the night from my eyes and reach for you I have forgotten that you no longer lay beside me, or with me at all Crumpled sheets greet my hand and I dwell in silence. I break off…

Between the pages

What lies between your pages? Do the words describe you, does it know what you are? In the midst of a dream, I hope you remember falling. I hope the sun finds you I hope all your roads lead to gold I hope the world stops and stares at your beauty. I hope between your…

My Heart Rejoices

I sit in a corner and watch my life burn Little flecks of who I used to be goes up in flame My heart rejoices I should wash away my remorse with fire Cleanse my soul with the embers of tomorrow My soul rages I sit in a field and watch the sky flicker With…

Greenhouse of Sentiment

She looks in among the rubble and crumbling rooftops Scanning far and wide Laying her soul down in soil  Open to the possibility of another Her roots have began to wither away No water to help her grow  She is restless Seeking a new place to call home This greenhouse of sentiment Has become her…

An Excerpt from Lilacs at Dawn

“The Hope We SustainĀ  Sometimes hope is like poison; it lingers in the body and mind, slowly breaking down all the things we want to keep sacred. It is bitter yet sweet. Hope is like the first kiss you have, waiting for it to mean something, only to realize that lips touching have never meant…