Stepping into an elevator, My arm falls back In-between the sliding doors. Waiting for you. Your feet shuffle faster. Politeness overload. A courteous hi, hello, or how are you? A slight lift of the cheeks? Quick, eyes to the ground, Always facing the buttons. Maybe, a comment about the weather. All bartering little conversation. No … Continue reading Elevator – May 21, 2019
As the tumbleweed preforms it’s tap I sit front row, center, Attentively awaiting it’s show. I watch it travel by, Over and over. The same dance, Over and over. Skt—Skt—ttt—ttt—Skt-Skt-Skt-Skt—-Skt. Over and over, The same song sings, the dance it brings. Somehow this recital never grows old, Keep on watching.
The lonely road, Nobody chooses. Few end up walking It’s length. The path lined with flowers Is much more enticing. Warm and inviting, Full of others making their way. Each filled with lessons. Each deceptive for what they are. Your strength in the moment Can guide you in your choice. I advise, To listen wisely … Continue reading Path Weaver – May 21, 2019
Sitting next to her, Sewing and sewing, Watching and waiting. Anticipation building. Wondering when, She’d teach me.
Within a heartbeat, They meet. Survival of the fittest. Drawing in the who, Soul crosses body. Is it in the atmosphere, Or the garden we lay? How do we become, You or I? The love we’re given? The hate we reap? Decisions made Before allowance To understand A path chosen A choice passed by Blink … Continue reading Soul Catcher – May 18, 2019
The ugliness I’ve sculpted, Plain and simply, me. Escaping the whirlwind that returns, Unknown. Seeing the beauty Encapsulated by your life, Breaks my heart And sucks me back in. Treasured memories Are few between. Swept away by The dependable wind. Will we meet again? Will we know each other? The ugliness I’ve sculpted, Plain and … Continue reading Sculpted – May 18, 2019
Falling to my knees, Heavy and hard. Breath puffs forcefully Between my lips. Chest is now empty, A nothingness surrounds me. My tears don’t wait. Sheets of water Stream down each cheek. The dust quickly shifts to dirt. It splatters onto My already stained shorts. Panting ensues, I grab at my neck. A primal need … Continue reading Painsanity – May 16, 2019