Category: poetry
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Salvation Is In The Woods
Deep into the woods, Beyond the road’s end, No motors or mines to offend, Is where my sick soul wends. Away from city insanity Cleansing air purifies, Cleaning out these smoky eyes, Letting lungs and spirit rise. Clear waters serve to soothe This damaged mind and flesh, Flowing through me to enmesh Its healing salve…
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Dump Piles
Every sentence is rehearsed. I lie through every verse I put a needle through my skin For attention I was deprived as a kid I say I want peace But I consumed all the peace that used to exist It lives inside of me But suffocates my me when the day blinks I need to…
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Home
As he picked the cucumber from the salad we ordered and placed it on my plate, I knew he was my home. He always noticed the little things I did, the things I liked, the things I didn’t. And somehow, without me asking, he was always finding ways to make my life a little easier.…
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My Favorite Part Of September
September has always meant a change of season, cooler nights, softer skies, and the feeling that something new is beginning. But now, September means something more to me, because it gave this world you, Joseph. You came into my life and somehow made ordinary days feel different. Your smile became one of my favorite sights,…
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On Love
The mare in the stable kept licking away at the blood-slick head of her newborn foal till he was left spotless, his needle-like brown legs shaking sporadically underneath the sheets of hay. Her own tongue came back red but she didn’t seem to mind. I wondered if love was licking away someone’s blood until they…
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Take Yourself Off Clearance
You are too beautiful To accept half love You are too wonderful To get less than you deserve You are too bright To accept anything less than greatness You are too wonderful To have terrible people in your life You should be worshipped Like the Goddess you are Loved like you are the only person…
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The Phantom I Keep
From my favorite song You came forth, My dreams turned dark All I thought was true You made them seem false. I bear no hatred against you My heart bleeds out, My soul wants freedom But I’m too entangled to you All I see now is a mirage. Once I called you my oasis Now…
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The Undoing
Of everything she ever was In one moment It all made sense All the grief The chaos Wasn’t for nothing To become her true self Patterns were revealed To be changed, now past tense The carriage of misjustice Poor treatment Stifled her from thriving All the bad choices weren’t hers A mixture of bad guidance…
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The Sea And My Wishes
Salty air fuels my heart with familiarity, like I’m coming home again after a long day away from my destiny. I touch the stones under the sea the only bridge we still share I throw them far as they can go to send my warmth out there The sea cradles birds like a mother nurturing…
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Quiet Labor
The quiet labor of Anna’s hummingbird fascinates me, a bird with a wash of ruby-pink at its throat, and a heart smaller than a thumb. Still brave enough to leave its nest each morning. The hummingbird moves in search of flowers through rows of trees, electric towers, lakes, much larger than its two bronze-green wings…