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…
Tag: Poems
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…
I close my eyes and forget to breathe
I closed my eyes and forgot to breathe Like small snowflakes on a winter’s eve That linger in the wind Caressing the cold air I raise my head to face the night’s sky I am alone here Abandoned by reason and time I unfold myself into little pockets of reality I am free here The…
Things are breaking
Things are breaking Things are changing I am becoming undone By the lies behind your smile My heart is empty My mind is numb Breaking to the sight of empty words By the lies behind your smile If I could tell you How my breath hitches in my lungs How it gets caught in my…
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…
In a quiet kitchen away from home
In a quiet kitchen, I recall my home There are no loud voices here No laughter in the house Just quiet pots bubbling and hissing away If I were to recall the way the island smelled I’m sure the fruit trees would be first There are no fruit trees here No one of my kind…
An Excerpt from Lilacs at Dawn
“The Hope We Sustain 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…
Fragile Monster
They break like glass in a china shop Holding fragments of who they were Who they once wished to be close to their chest Frailty has no power in this world Call it beauty Call it refined It is a lie Only monsters overtake the night Only demons live on to fight It is a…
Spice and Nice 