Stillness, under The indigo sky Dusk Swallows me whole Along with the crisp smells Of a dying summer Lit by the warmth Of so many nights
Tag: writings
Stream of Conscious – September 15, 2020
The thick air Brackish in its tint Dives deep into my lungs Where I become free Listening to the noises In the great wide open Softly bending my attention Escaping Everything Like butterflies Into the limpid sky A dotted haze Floating off To somewhere
Unseeable – September 13, 2020
The reflection I see In curved glass Coils around me And brings me into the room
Extrapolate Me – September 9, 2020
I like your words Because they’re wild And they pick at my brain Spin my insides Into knots Taking me from the burden of my sanity Or insanity But who’s counting While I read on Waiting in the darkness For what comes next The candle eventually Fizzles And the lure of gases Persuades me Out … Continue reading Extrapolate Me – September 9, 2020
Blurb – September 6, 2020
I haven’t been back here in awhile... As I recognize this sinking feeling in my gut.
Obsolete- September 6, 2020
I am so tired So very tired Wind blown And alone Walking this earth Close to the edge Finding myself Leaning on nothing
Invisible – September 4, 2020
I ask and I ask Your mouth stays shut My tears flow And nothing Nothing from you
A Passing Glance – September 2, 2020
The things I notice That sway before my eyes Always turn to questions In disguise
It Must Have Been Kismet – July 31, 2020
A scent blown by The wind Lost as she travels And fulfills A blind destiny We will never outrun In our greatest sprint Even then We will be Chased By the laurals We hold up To make us whole In disregard To our one true soul
Whilom – September 1, 2020
Hanging on like smoke From nights past Gritty and nasty Rolling through the day Hair pent up And tangled So many tangles My fingers no longer twirling of boredom Left in the nights before As have you But this smell Does not wash out I cannot rid it’s cling Lingering in daydreams Dirty and lost
Longing – August 20, 2020
I wish we could have grieved together You could have taken my hand Stopping in the moments You’d like me to hold
The Night’s Dream – August 20, 2020
The air picks up You come along with it Wrestling and flapping I can even hear your faint scream In the tatters of Of the night’s Dream
Dreaming of You – August 25, 2020
What happens when my mind goes And my body is left curved like the moon A piece of Swiss cheese So many holes The man asks, Where did you come from? A place where The tilt Makes the only difference The sun shines Or it doesn’t Later isn’t yesterday And now will never be tomorrow … Continue reading Dreaming of You – August 25, 2020
Fractal – August 17, 2020
Some days I slip into infinity
Run Away With Me – August 12, 2020
Blackened trees Flatten Against the setting of the sun Drawing in A taste Replete Swishing around Strung up puppets Dancing In the dark Tattered drums Flashy And connected Dragging their feet As everything Fades into the disappearing sky Softening through this distance We cannot see Leaving behind all else Held up High
Head In the Clouds – July 27, 2020
Your wheels roll by Popping gravel Soaking up my psyche Floating Chasing Lost fingertips Scratching the surface Never digging deeper As we all flutter by Disappearing Behind the fence Locked in inertia Induced emesis Everything splattered On a simple page Never to be seen Always there Plain as day And night And twilight Stirring, stirring... … Continue reading Head In the Clouds – July 27, 2020
Empyrean Sky – August 10, 2020
The clouds drag on Their watercolor bleed Up and over Hill after hill Riding the wave A continuum That’s proven Bittersweet
Hypnagogic – August 8, 2020
I’ve travelled I’ve travelled all summer long I travelled between clouds And on rain drops Into the wind And the calm Frazzled by elephants Breathing all around me The silence I could never find Stomping on piano keys Cutting this tension With a jolt I’ve travelled Between pacing And soaking up the sun Things growing … Continue reading Hypnagogic – August 8, 2020
August 6, 2020
Reading blank pages Writing, writing nonsensically Have you ever had the feeling We’re All just Suspended in time
Walking the Moon – July 24, 2020
I see them, living I see the lives untorn Born into what we are made Twists and turns Burns and successes Filed away Fly me to the moon You’ll find me Bouncing Fleeing the sensation To disappear And no longer Stare down the throat Of the mule Pulling the cart Because I see them And … Continue reading Walking the Moon – July 24, 2020
