Pain

There's a tear in her eyeAnd she's saying goodbyeUsing words that I can't even hear So I've nothing to sayBecause nothing's okayAnd I know that she won't reappear And the tears that I shedAre converted to ledThen to verses that fail to explain The connection we heldBefore everything failedAs the ocean of promise went dry … Continue reading Pain

Perhaps

Perhaps it's not the same when I'm the one who doesn't speakWhen you decide it's time to hide and I don't care to try to seekI think there's a relianceOn my effort and complianceThat would seem to guarantee that we remain forever weak Perhaps I volunteered to be the ink and not the quillAnd be … Continue reading Perhaps

Please

Please don't let me wander where the roads that I avoided ever sprawlWhere, behind the thickets, lie the secrets that I keepAnd only words remain as any proof that I can weepWhere just so many patterns rest in humble disarrayBut these are mine, it's what I have, and I would love to lose them all … Continue reading Please

Disconnect

How do I followOr hope to respectWhat was worthy in meOr was lacking in theeWhen the optional feelingsWere met the ceilingsOf wanting your warmest neglect? What does it matterAnd what did it notWhen I promised the worldAs my own was unfurledBy your carrion passionYour flare and your fashionAnd everything else I forgot How do I … Continue reading Disconnect

Grow

It's odd when some identify with me through how I writeLacking any sort of context as they fabricate insightsAs if to say"It's all okaySee, I can see youBecause me, I chose to read through what you've written"Some engaged and others smittenAnd I wonder who this person isAnd where this other version livesThe me they keep … Continue reading Grow

Iterations

It's 1988 and I don't remember much more about the date and time than that but I know that the world has gone from a torrent of wild emotion to one that is anything but. When I wake, I'm greeted by concerned faces and expectations that I don't understand. My head hurts and, even though … Continue reading Iterations

Level

Placing first a pound of flesh upon a golden scaleSo you can tell me, "Love, when true, would offer more,"And so, with edges dulling, do I choose how next to failDiscounting how I'm growing soreBecause it's love, and you imploreAnd after all, how could you ever in my agony so revel? Then it's just another … Continue reading Level

Kind

Nice. Maybe even kind. I read an article recently that talked about how they're not necessarily the same. "Don't be nice at your job. Be kind." They said that nice people have a tendency to be nice because they want something in return or, at the very least, they want people to be nice to … Continue reading Kind