Singin under the waterfall somewhere around darkan old elf suddenly calls“Hey, where’s my shorts!” He’d been bathing to see an old lady friend,of course, above
Category: poetry
“Love your neighbor.” Sounds simple enoughbut it’s nearly impossible if you doubt yourself.Harder still when they hate you, even the placeyou live and were raised.
Tired of playing a losing gamea little girl walks away,even though it breaks her heart.Maybe tomorrow she’ll give another shot. Married, yet miles away.They only
“Why do red eyes call the shot between acceptance and being left to rot? If my eyes were sapphire blue no one would doubt my
Shadows in the noontime;daylight in the night.Each are out of lineand neither in the right.The wind is blowing fire,simply breathing death,upon the weakened life.Why is
I don’t like the spotlight much;too much brightness and too hard a touch.Avoiding the punches that come too fast and hardmakes me smart. Not a
The scratch of a penacross the page of memory…The press of broken dreamscutting the mind’s defense…All the while, it begins to shakeand a pair of
I miss the innocence of my youthwhen I never had to worry about the truth.Going out to play and have fun;not knowing the real world