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 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 →
House of Cards
When you wear your heart on your sleeve You build your walls paper thin I swear that doesn't make you weak Vulnerable is a heavy weight to begin So why would you layer façade Made of wood, gasoline, and gin Someone will come to maraud You'll be burned down by the arson So come... 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 →
The Decadence of Paroxysm
What has one got in an ember Without a flame, one cannot see Foreboding winds fill November But it is not a winter freeze Why should I, in fear, abate The breeze inside, not yet a gust The twilight sky will my heart sate Not simply an impending dusk So I free my... Continue Reading →
What Really Scares Us
(Continued from The Children - Rachel and Jonathan) A few minutes after the hilarity had calmed, when everyone wiped the last tears from their eyes and huffed their last giggles, Jonathan emerged from his room, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. The 17-year-old boy laughed at his mother briefly; she was still clad in her suave and sassy... Continue Reading →
All Systems Go
Sometimes you just don't know Sometimes you don't wanna know Sometimes it's your heart Sometimes you don't know where to start Take in the scene Take in the gentle breeze Don't worry if it's more Life doesn't stop for storms All systems go In a race for the stars Towards a new home A... Continue Reading →
Cheeks
I wake up and look in the mirror Cringe at the disheveled sight Every imperfection Blemished cheeks and bloodshot eyes My every critique Every Part Of Me Has me screaming My nose grows Every line in my face now creasing So seemingly Devoid of beauty, destined to be the beast... So I step back And... Continue Reading →
December Rose 