And I'd pour over the pieces of things That couldn't and wouldn't and shouldn't Until all that's left of me Is atrophy For fear of losing yet another piece Of my soul as I fold, lose control The only way to receive Is first giving So I stand and hand out my diamond rings They... Continue Reading →
Ever On the Wing
And there it goes, my flight of fancy Off into the wind, ascending well above my reach It acts like a dream, only in reverse Though I've never considered myself sibylline My back side held fast to my seat As I imagine the clouds above this opaque ceiling Shifting shapes in tantalizing transmogrification It is in... Continue Reading →
On the Backs of Vagabonds
The air I breathe is stifling me I swear I'll run away when I've got all I need to pave The safe road, brick by brick, stone by stone And then I realize the ground ends at the sky So I'll affix some wings and catch the warm breeze in spring But for now in... Continue Reading →
Dapper Gemstone Advocates
What would I say to Love? Should she walk through the door right now, what words could possibly suit the occasion? But of course, what circumstances could bring her here in the first place? Or what circumstances might I be in that would warrant the ordering and aligning of the cosmos? My desire is that the... Continue Reading →
Et Spes Somnium
In this dazed, ulterior state I find it easy to lose my sight It is difficult to placate Simply living is an onerous plight When all that is innate Escapes me out of spite My heart this life cannot sate When dreams only last for the night
Little Miss Hobbs, Pt. XIV: More Than A Melody
Most children enjoy being tended to by their mothers when they are under the weather, but Little Miss Hobbs needed only the weather to tend to her, and mayhaps a bottle of bubbles to blow indoors without a mother to scold her about the scum it'd surely leave on the windows and floor.
When Fire Destroys
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 →
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 →
The Cadence of Hope
The mechanical resonance that fills my bones has me cracking. Constructive frequency chips away at my shoulders and knees. Rejection to critique to the words that no one speaks that haunt me that makes my courage flee my visage disfiguring. This is not pretty. This is the ugly me. But I keep getting up,... Continue Reading →
December Rose 