Let it go? Stop holding on? Do you see my hands grasping someo… If only it were so simple, I’d let go by mere principle! I was told, like two spent swimmer…
Socks have a good life. They spend their days on separate feet complimenting one another yet not pressed together;
I can see the water vapour rising steam is invisible the bit between warm gold and
Staring out the office window at the office window across a butterfly flit through a small gap in the window immediately regretting the decisio…
Syllables swim through your texts Perhaps not for you but I feel The rhythm, the pull, the give Back and forth and The pause.
Time passes, And our each allocated space and s… relative to the rhythm of lives being lived alongside ours. Strength and sinews fade with sick…
Its almost too cliché a broken heart shaped necklace shattered glass in the corner with a naked wire frame But I can imagine
I measure time By whom I love Spells and stints And long eras It all passes
I find it hard to express happines… My tongue trips in unfamiliarity Whiskey calms that Drunk straight but mixed so heavil… With friendship and company
I’m a flint head; impressionable And oh so crude Battered and worn by Her rough usage
The light of evening: Always wondered what Was so special about it But you dancing by Yourself and me
I spy a wrapper on the floor A small thing, hardly a major chor… And yet, no - it shall remain and cause strife and no small pain… It’s just a wrapper - but who’s?
I know your nightmare; nothing is… In life you linger, lost in dreams… You project pain far, poison what… All betray your best, banish what… So, wounded within, who can lift t…
Staring at your lips And trust me, I try not to but better than watching the sway of y… I wonder; why didn’t I feel this… I consider it while I walk into t…
Ah! So now I take requests Apparently. You, sure and certain state the im… Of male genetalia in poetry!