Fragile cases of disillusioned men come tumbling down the street. Seeking justice on a promise of lips No one heard a thing they said Distant passersby scoff at the disruption to their walk It is not yet spring Loud voices clash On mountains of ill-forgotten deeds of kindness Silver clatters to the floor Making its…
Tag: Poetry
To Hunt A Fox
A fox rests on the shoulder of a mountain Taking in the rays of the sun It raises its head Foot steps draw near On the edge of the forest Creeping along the undergrowth A hunter draws near With gun in hand With vengeance in her eyes The fox tilts his head in amusement Another…
Mother, I hope that you are well
Mother, I hope that you are well I remember lullabies And the subtle feeling of love There were never any hugs Jabs of pain from disappointment On your birthday when no one had any presents You would smile Understanding you were less Forgotten in your role Loving and kind Never really saying no But now…
Crafted: Neither Bitter Nor Bold
In her hands and far from the eyes of mere mortal men She crafts a friend To begin again Eyes of Jasper to see what the soul hides Ears of elm to listen to the wind Lips of Sapphire, harsh words do not fade fast A heart of silver, neither pure nor bitter Legs of…
Only Silence
I wish to drift away To float in the uncertainty of my state Yet there is only silence
Between The Cracks Of My Mask
My mask, just like the others Has cracks in the cheekbones and odd places Just below the temple And across the brow You might wander Up and down a hall In and out of rooms long forgotten Before you notice these cracks They take a moment or two To see that not all masks are…
These Empty Pages Feel No Pain
I look at empty pages where the words should be They gnaw at my being I can not write these feelings down I can not face them I am weak Do the strong wither with pages full of words Do they stand and face the wind Do they scream at their fears I do not…
This Constant Place of Motion
The words pass me by Zooming into the night Careless about their flight for freedom My insides shiver Rambling words leave my tongue How did I become so undone? A sudden fear takes over And I am alone again Then it’s the anger A rage swells within me Like a river that has grown too…
The Frailty Of Large Ideals
For me the world is built on big ideas Large ideals, like kindness and somber thoughts Mournful visions of the past Mindful planning of the future For a world so large, yet so small I weep, like a child that has just lost its mother without understanding the gravity of lost I weep, face strained…
My Friends Are Finding New Places
The other day as I wandered out loud “My friends are finding new places to call their own.” The misery of being alone set in In those new places are new faces Jokes that I may never hear Stories of childhoods I thought were meant for me My friends are finding new places In which…
