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Prospective

Have you ever wondered what others think about you? Today, I’m wondering this. If you look at me, my right ear is crimson. Frequently, I rub my ear and scalp. My work environment is very subdued. There’s very little noise or wild gesturing. I know my behavior is suspicious. Does she have head/body lice, earContinue reading “Prospective”

What the Stank?

Sleep is a welcomed friend. I need it so. My mood. My body. My spirit it mends. Images flood my mind. I toss to and fro. I wake with my eyes pouring water. My nose is on fire. My throat is tight. It feels like hot solder. I am drowning in the mire. Breathe, breathe,Continue reading “What the Stank?”

The Snake and The Rabbit

‘Through darkness fallsand moonlight tears.Fear, the force that steers,Weeping webs of pain and sorrowShall not bare the morrow.” I’m working on a piece of fan fiction. This small poem is from that work.

Ships

All of our lives, we hear sayings. Some we understand. Other soar over our heads. Their meanings lost in the clouds. I have heard the phrase “two ships passing in the night” many times during my life. I’m sure I will hear it many more. This is the first time in my life I canContinue reading “Ships”

Unaccustomed

Unaccustomed to loves whisper Naked memories of silence This woman’s heart was lost Found by a lovers desire Taken from ‘The Reconstruction of Me’. A collection of poems I started in the early 2,000’s. Not a published book.

Getting it wrong

Yesterday, as I’m leaving work; I can hear loud incoherent words. At this point, I’m not sure where they are coming from. As I get closer to my car; a man comes into view. He is walking down the sidewalk. He is mumbling as loudly as he can. Then he screams “SUGAR”; and it’s backContinue reading “Getting it wrong”

Desperation

Seething desperation Endless pain Empty Like my heart Hollow Like my soul A stone falling Into a bottomless well Screams never heard Crying never comforted Love never received Free falling through life Meaningless Pointless Empty Taken from ‘The Reconstruction of Me’. A collection of poems I started in the early 2,000’s. Not a published book.

Flying Objects

I have taken on a odd job. Or in today’s terms; a side hustle. It started with cleaning windows for a friend of mine. Now, I’m painting his deck. This deck is massive. It’s at least 60 feet long and at its highest point maybe 12 feet high. Even though it’s tiring work; place theContinue reading “Flying Objects”

Parking Lot

Look at me. What do you see? There were people here. Now no one is near. There was the sounds of laughter. Nothing resonates after. The sounds of work filled these walls. Now just echoes fall. Wait, what happened to the juice? Am I not of any use? Darkness is all around. Out of thatContinue reading “Parking Lot”

Scaring Yourself

I love darkness. It’s calm, peaceful and relaxing. I enjoy it even more after I got my dog. When things go bump in the night; if they are scary things, he’s on it. Barking like the world is coming to an end. If it’s nothing, he never moves. He’s been an added level of comfort.Continue reading “Scaring Yourself”