I realized there may come a day where we stand side-by-side, my arm around your waist and yours in mine as we look over the destruction of some part of our lives, and for just a moment, reel. The vows I made to you buzz through my head along with the checklist of things I... Continue Reading →
Small Talk
As if halting words Makes me greater than I am surviving hurts and poetically spitting them back observing birds dreaming the things that I can But first I must build cities from this sand Before I can ascend
The Right Kind of Sigh
It's raining inside But not in the way you'd think... It's as if the coffee is sitting on the corner table pillow and blanket splayed on the couch as if I haven't turned the lights on yet just a gray light filling the room filtering through the unguarded window brushing over every surface even houseplants... Continue Reading →
The Leaden Albatross
My dear, your eyes are heavy and your heart seems too much to bear. Yet you inhale burden only to exhale hope, and whatever the matter may be, you do not speak of it. You maintain the toxins with poise to spare the blithe. Whatever may be pressing on your mind, you gracefully cage it... Continue Reading →
Until I Keep Going
Staring down at the ground, heart pounding... three thousand feet down, or am I standing at the bottom? I can't tell from here. The black veil surrounds me, and its name is Life. It is alive and changing, but not to my discernment. All I know is it's just the ledge, mirror, and me. Why can't... Continue Reading →
Blurry Cartoons
I often find myself asking, "Who am I supposed to be?" and no matter who I ask or how often I ask it, occasionally screaming it into the wind, I've never come any closer to an answer than simply, "Myself." It's not comforting, and it most certainly is not easy. That's because it's not an... Continue Reading →
I Choose My Bane
Mine is a heart on the wing yet a mind seemingly left a step behind from thence erupts my temerity and my placid joy. Sluggishness does not accompany my thoughts rather, in frenetic candor does it overlook its own myopic tendency such is it that my Love is an aginner. This fecklessness leaves no opportunity for... Continue Reading →
The Mechanism
Here, inside the Mechanism, we all have our place. We are billions of data points, billions of simple machines, and together, we turn the gears inside the Pocket Watch. While one promotes Industry and causes great influx of revenue, another seeks to extricate himself of Currency. One works to feed the Mechanism, and the other... Continue Reading →
Place to Reminisce
I've been coming to the realization that I don't talk much about my past, except for the stories I told in Made To Be Me and She Loves Me. Even more honestly, I haven't told one of those stories in about a year, and the other one I'm not sure I've ever shared with any of... Continue Reading →
December Rose 