Category Poetry
Every night I convince myself I’ll change Every morning I wake up all the same
Spring Snow
In an instant, perfect clarity becomes overcast; wrought with emotional indecisiveness. Life is woven of that fragile fabric we observe so beautifully clear amidst moments of vulnerable insecurity. A glimpse, a fleeting wisp of light, lifts our eyes gently, allowing us to bear witness, a flash of Her elusive brilliance.
Unmatched
Unfulfilled desires the ones that keep us wanting leave an empty heart discarded. Unmatched emotions the ones that we crave the most leave an empty heart unguarded. I’m a wreck and I’m running out of time. A one trick pony, with a one track mind.
A Poem in the style of Gertrude Stein
A Glass Having or not having or neither of each.
Crowded rooms filled with empty people
Life to each is sense and thought, parsing infinite frames per second. Madness awaits each of those who try separating the others from the “I”. Best intentions flicker and fade holding a world that doesn’t wait. Strip yourself of all that you know freeing your ankles from the ground. Float. Drift. Leave the self. go.
Winter Air
Cookie cutter houses squarely line a one way street. A boy, his dog, and a pack of Marlboro cigarettes. One foot in front of the other. Trails of smoke and weathered breath. Headlights flash a blinding stare. One foot in front of the other.
B.W. 