Blankly, gazing out at you Void of everything I once knew. A pickle jar, Emptied. Tongue’s grit Rough and sore. ~~~ Don’t spoil Your sour mood, For me. Or anyone. But lick your lips, And twist tight, What you might. Until the seal stops, And your wounds have healed. ~~~ Words retracted, Or withheld. Kept … Continue reading Pickled Crow – July 26, 2019
Lingering in my lust, For what I can no longer touch. Breathing fire, To taste the Sweetness. Dessert before dinner Leaves nothing Forward, After it’s expired. To begin again, One foot heads In a direction While the other tarries In the hunger I’ve built up For you.
Disturbed. A lifetime used To wonder, But never reach out. ~~~ Time is dirty, Muddy prints left. Tracking down Nostalgia lane. ~~~ Doors opened, That should have stayed closed. Latched and locked, But picked with curiosity. ~~~ Trouble spilling on the floor, Swept clean. Specks of dust remain, Undisturbed. ~~~ It is present, But invisible. … Continue reading The Passerby – July 31, 2019
Filling up my puddle, Splish, splash. Pity party for one, please.
Shaking~rumbling~ Blow, blow, blow! Feel it, grab it Ride on!
The edge Traversed Is narrow. The wind blows at your back, Pushing you forward. Vacillating, You obey. Disillusioned At the audacity Used In front of your face. You could jump Ending the fear. All things. Instead, you continue To be pushed Along the edge. Not strong enough To wear your thoughts On your sleeve. As … Continue reading Traverse – June 8, 2019
You tell me, Turn my pain into strength. It can only be strength. Because if it’s not It’s nothing, It’s death. Pain is always strength, To those who live through it.