One day we will look back to those daysIced tea in our hands;something to cool our veins as our blood races home.One day we will look back,nothing in our palms but webbed lines that point home,but home is empty and the chickens didn’t come home to roost,the hearth is cold and the ashes were blownContinue reading “The Myth of Time”
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Mirror
HeyWhy do you have wrinkles?They stretch down,fold your smile…close your eyes…when you smileCan’t look up without that fold between your eyes.You don’t want it anymore?You don’t feel sensual and sexualWhat if like him they go from obsession to indifference?You were pretty once. Now… when you look in the mirror,your face stretches downWhen you look inContinue reading “Mirror”
A Mile in Your Shoes
I’d scrutinize addicts confess their relapses,my face passive while I judged them silently,self-righteously thinking,“Oh! What a great tragedy drugs are! How could they bear the devastation of addiction, the humiliation of relapse,the fall from grace”I would never be like them I was sure. Yesterday I was stuck in bed,stuck in a mental loop of tortureContinue reading “A Mile in Your Shoes”
Failed
On this path again I tread alone…Familiar dark feelings embrace me,pointing to forgotten corners and alleys.Their eyes I avoid,afraid of what I’ll see there;their love that I ran from,the darkness and ugliness I felt free from. In a life far from this path,I loved.I found someone I’d be good enough for.Other feelings embraced me,brighter andContinue reading “Failed”
Rain For The Wicked
I don’t ask much of the universeDon’t pour libations,nor face the eastern sun,or the western wind-in salutation . I don’t ask much of the universe,don’t stay a while to listen to the trees sing,or the rain clean.The leaves have turned without me seeing,stomped on caterpillars that hoped to be butterflies. I didn’t ask much fromContinue reading “Rain For The Wicked”
Fragments
I’m sorryI’m sorry that when you stare at these broken pieces…all you will see is nothingness,incomplete puzzles that don’t make sense,incomplete puzzles that you can never figure out. I’m sorry that in my joy is –a practised laugh,a rehearsed pause.In my silence are words stifled by fear,yet I have no cause to be afraid. I’mContinue reading “Fragments”
Man on the mirror
The man on the mirror stares,eyes dead,gnarled feet disappearing below.Pain kisses the blood flowing,his cracked lips cinematic under his watch. The man on the mirror stares,his crown shining and grey.Caving under the weight of empty dreams,broken futures. The man on the mirror stares,his body a masterpiece of struggle,his hands a testament of hustleA body builtContinue reading “Man on the mirror”
Darkness and light 