Some Joy

There are some joys, still,Like dyed leaves drifting on wind,And a cat purring.

Vindictive

I hope she's happy,In whatever hell she's in,Damnably cozy. One day he'll recall,That I went to hell and back,While he rots in place.

Friends

A friend in need is,Still a friend indeed,And I need a friend.

yours, mine

Finger-tracing names,On the small of your arched back,Our phantom tattoo.

my pen’s ink

My pen's ink runs dry,A sentence left unfinished,But that is fine too.

bird, captured

I might fly away,Catch the wind and simply soar,If not for this string.

My Name is Lost

I am resigned to the thought,That one day I will be lost,And the final memory of my name,Will be the stray recollections of a cat,Eating beneath a picnic table,Where our my name is carved,Made by fumbling hands,Too drunk to care that,"It's such a cliché!"Egged on by your teasing,Commemorating these little moments,That quickly fade in time,Until … Continue reading My Name is Lost →

Patchouli Dreams

Patchouli dreams stir old memories,Like pulling old photo albums from the shelf,Dusty, grainy, somehow burned,But that's because one of us keeps trying,Keeps trying to burn this memory down,But I'll save it,I'll remember,Even if I'm all that's left,Of this broken home we built,In an Autumn of long ago.

maple leaves

Maple leaves mingle,With the hushed whispers of youth,Then falling, silent.

Graceful

Gracefully you fly,My dark hawk against pale sky,Never again to return. Broken wings will heal,Just as broken hearts will mend,Time is healer of all things.