If friendship is a two way road

If friendship is a two way road, Then why can I never find my way back? Back to that place just a few miles ago, Return to where this road was first paved, Far from its dead-end.

Betwixt the Fallen Snow

There is odd comfort in our nature's regression, Sensing the veil of winter about to rush in, We abandon all our duties, get back to bed, Sharing warmth between us, playfully playing dead. But the genius that animates our bodies such, Turns chill to so much heat that it burns to the touch, So let … Continue reading Betwixt the Fallen Snow →

A Desperate Action

I'm so desperate to claw back into your good graces, But that chasm between sin and forgiveness, The yawning pit of sleepless oblivion, Which swallows all good intentions, Drags me down to this vile idleness, Flensing away my weakest efforts, Until only bleeding hope remains, Nurturing the seed of despair. Maybe the resulting flower, will … Continue reading A Desperate Action →

Rejected Strangeloop

What else is there to take from me, That you haven't already taken? There is nothing left of the man you knew, These fragile words are all that remain, Discarded thoughts and broken promises, Lingering like hoarfrost dreams, Whispering our last goodbye, For eternity.

Of Winters Past

Let the unsaid things be left unsaid, As we share a final cigarette, The warmth of intertwined hands, And the knowledge that winter will end.

To Stop Healing

I wake having forgotten your name, Like a long-lost place, a dream's remains, The pain evaporates, but leaves hollow space, In my mind - the disgrace of betrayal, The ache of love turned to hate, The horror I feel, as memory fades, Holding on tight, to delay the decay Of the lingering pain of that … Continue reading To Stop Healing →

The Three Loves of M. Renard

The First Love is Adoration, You led me by the hand, Companion of my youth, Such artful passion, Like a compass true: Your dreams, your love, your life. I wept when they left you, The Second Love is for Passion, My eager dilettante, Balm for this broken fool, Laughing, alluring, With a smile so cruel, … Continue reading The Three Loves of M. Renard →

After night

She fades in the light,Like a half-remembered dream,Or a wintry sigh.

I Cannot Let Go

A fist forms, shaking, around a bleeding memory, squeezing every drop, of distant joy, which drips drips into the sand, of an endless desert, flowing forever.

Love is an Unplanned Storm

Love can never be a planned thing,Something that can be seeded,Nurtured with gentle appreciation,A bud warmed by a predicable hand.Watered, and carefully pruned,Until it flowers into maturity. Love is a wild and maddening thing,It staggers, buffets, and tears away,Pulling your feet from the ground,Leaving you wild-eyed and breathless,Desperation makes your need a cry,And grasping hands … Continue reading Love is an Unplanned Storm →