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End of The Line

Rubbing mitts together on a cold morning Awaiting the desert sun with puffs of warm breath Longing forever without warning The imminent will come, the past will have left Rosy cheeks where you waited Laughing as I ran and barely made it Youth is as foolish as forever But that’s […]

Unsent

It was pointy The sharpness of a pinprick; needle For the various mistakes that I – would often try to mend Delightedly The wincing of a forced smile; feeble For all the time borrowed that I – will not give back again I am sadly Reading letters from then A […]

Seedlings

All times end This time is ours Until it’s not Now and then Like cherry blossoms Fallen gone A moments bliss Life goes on Our beauty but a season Existence without reason Blissful smiles we need them Lamenting cries; the grieven The future we pass on To never see new […]

Morning Countdown

Lavender Lavender Lavender The smell of her a reminder of how only in memories I will find her Time blurs the images of those times and as I age I grow blinder All life has a destination preset but on a different timer Some countdown on clocks; others in sands […]

Beauty in Tragedy

Another morning without your wise words or small quips Witty-minded cracked lips dry humor that needs ChapStick Every word read and wrote magic If you told me it wasn’t so, I simply would not have it Havoc, pathos and fears written tragic Never could get past those moments of a […]

Death of a Writer

Wasn’t it your voice, where did it go Lost in the noise, overwhelming echo The past becomes a melancholic musical Somewhat unusual to see you gone It’s now your funeral   Between disappearing and deceased The feeling is still mutual Sadness for the loss of something beautiful Words can’t express, […]

A Walk in The Dark (Act II)

Peeling bark and newborn cries Concealed in the shame of her lies Screams Far off the wolves howl high Into the moon new life nigh Bloody Messes of her life she still tries To no avail fails, a roll of the die Murder Hands hold cold corpses twin lives Sink […]

Short Breath

The way. The veil of clouded vision I can’t. Find the light within, and I stop. For just a brazen moment We stop. Myself and time itself Let go. Take a breath, it will be okay. I know. To think we thought it would work out It won’t. Not even […]