Coffee with sugar

Coffee with sugar,Something sweet to ease my mind,Worries slip away,Swirling into the darkness,Harmless phantoms in a cup.

A false spring true

The morning sunrise,Feels a little bit early,Rousing me from sleep. My sigh is a cloud,On an otherwise clear day,Rising to the skies. Frost rimes the window,Frames the world a wintry hue,Melting into spring. Cat slowly stretches,Yawning away a long nap,Stretching, feeling wild. Old man settles in,A blanket across his lap,As cool air grows warm.

A Sort of Hunger

There is a pain somewhere inside of me,Sharp, sudden, cutting like striking glances,Trivial in the madness of the day,But gnaws on my bones when I'm most weary. In youth we must mistake the remedy:Form soothing balms with rushed dalliances,Or the comfort of endless holiday,Yet pain returns - patient, predatory. While age refines our life's stability,That … Continue reading A Sort of Hunger →

Poet, Transmuted

One day I believe I’ll melt away, Deeply asleep, Simply fall unto myself, a heap of reeking dreams, And become something so terrible, beautifully, Because my bleeding heart yet seeps eager poetry, A font of misery in deserts of apathy, So travelers can drink Deep of me and grow weary, Drowning in the reverie of … Continue reading Poet, Transmuted →

The Ruinous Path

So I must hesitate, chest pounding in misery, And consider my next moment, next eternity, Must I keep running along this desolate shore, To chase someone I that feel condemned to adore? If only I could catch up to you, reach out, and - But once again, you withdraw your outstretched hand. Every moment’s pause, … Continue reading The Ruinous Path →

Thoughtlessly Waiting

Gray nights and cold evenings alone,A half-consumed cigarette, a glass of dark rum,The radio plays your song, so I hum along,As I wait for the next you, the next The One.

Stormy Skies Remind Me

Stormy skies remind me of your eyes, Breezy highs in the lows of winter, your sighs, Wild flowers you've tended carelessly grow smiles, While music on the iPod blare your favorite files, Somehow the world revolves around your memory, Know now and forever, you are extraordinary.

Screaming into the Abyss

Screaming into the abyss churning below the edge of certainty, The voice dissolves into the insurmountable void, and so Coalesces into that petrified sea of ink, which leaves Oily stains, dark on my consciousness, likened to A maw of ever-swallowing nothingness, until the Whimpers bubble from a font of pitch, which I recognize, as my … Continue reading Screaming into the Abyss →

In the Temple of my Gods

There are times when I step away, from the fleeting march of this life, and fall into the woods of the Deep, a country of clinging fog. Beyond that step is a temple, a labyrinth, a library, the hollow within the eye of a crestfallen artist. The walls are made from the thing of dreams, … Continue reading In the Temple of my Gods →

Deepest Sleep

I confess to finding odd comfort in that special type of sleep, Where restless minds suddenly wake as the body slips away, With limbs slack like a puppet's strings cut, abandoned, And for a moment you accept that you're dead, But no, you breathe, shallow and broken, And no, you realize, in fits and starts, … Continue reading Deepest Sleep →