Poetry

In the midst of a whirlwind, there is this. Raindrops and splashes, amplified turning into diamonds on the window pane glittering. Brilliant. Certain. There's a life ripe for picking like mining the deep and finding answers. questions. realizations. There is beauty in this fog, this wonder. There...

you sleep, snuggled, next to me on the couch your arm draped around me like a blanket your soft snores tickling the back of my neck. You smell like chocolate and cookies (that I could have sworn were supposed to be for santa) You made a house a home, put together a tree and lit…

When I say that you light up my life I don’t mean that everything was dark without you. I mean that the darkness was a comfort a blanket that wrapped me up and kept me continually warm until I realized what warmth was. When accustomed to the black of night you see stars as faraway…

Leaves trembling on the branch shaking, uncertain in the light of a higher sun. The landscape barren, cold neglected. I’ve been brushed by the cold wind that sweeps across flat surfaces raising goose bumps and making me numb in the waiting. Never have I stared down the barrel of a future this way...

The air seems liquid now no rain, but damp with promises leaves jumping off of branches and gliding gracefully towards the pavement barren. More birds are coming – their songs hollow and haunting as they search for warmer roosts in their winter home. They observe impartially and pay tribute to wh...

No one ever said that Dirt besmirched beauty – That a pig rolling around in the mud Could not be found attractive. With you, it’s not the dirt Caked under your nails Or the speckles of dust Marring your vain petals That keeps you away from Civilized living. The smell, however, is atrocious. You r...

I’ve built myself a foundation made of much more stable stuff than dreams, failed promises and misplaced trust. I sat for hours and poured concrete rubbed my hands raw pounding nails and hewing timber – not to cage you but to give you a suitable place to call home. I poured my blood, my sweat,&he...

You know what I think? (why would you, since you didn't bother to ask) I think that leaving the door cracked open rather than shutting it completely is a coward's way out an excuse to hedge your bets to leave the option open. It's much braver to acknowledge personal mistakes and come to terms wit...

I’ve spent years hunting, gathering collecting twigs and carefully crafting them together. Bundle upon bundle, layer after layer tenaciously crafting a bridge to span the gap of previous pain and misconception. For every inch I progressed, half were knocked down by a large gust of wind – a temper...

We flow like tides, now ebbing and flowing and brushing up against the other’s shores picking up silt, shells and sand and depositing it elsewhere. Everything changes, but change doesn’t have to be monumental. We add a layer of dust to the edges become more polished over time our rocks bump into ...