IT’S DECIDED

2 sentence story

Today he decided never to speak to me again.
I realized then he had never heard anything I had ever said.

Time Capsule for 2116

If you’re reading this

Although I’ve Never Met You

[Tiny Poetry]

Today’s Weather Forecast

Clouds of depression

leadings to downpours

What If…

What If…

What would happen if
 I spoke up, spoke out
 Said no
 Said yes
 Ignored you, 
 believed in me
 worried less…

From little things, big things grow

I’ll plant a tiny oak tree
In that beautiful garden we’ll plant one day
And it will grow huge and…

Alchemy

Incise deep into an unwilling heart
Struggling to beat on its own
In sinewed bondage

Twenty4.

You are 24 and have learned
that Time passes
and keeps on passing you.

Scribbles

It is a desperate plea
A begging to be known.
Lonely hearts still remember
How if felt to make love.
When the weeping in your kitchen
Is as…

coral leak-streams

flying upside down — they said

Bereft

The mess that she left,
in her trail, I’m bereft,
of the scintillating soul,
that devoured me whole,
like her lips did mine,
she tasted of…

And the Answer is…

A million times do people ask the sillier questions
Of life’s peculiar storyboard esquisse:

A series of conflicts

Confused, Lost, Amused with desires;
Wired with Taste, touch, sound and smell…

New Moon

See how she pales:
The lonely moon
How long since she last smiled?

21st Century Childcare

Our wits-be-whisked anxiety 
By hell of cold society;
As we work, through day and night,
Child raised by state, we’ve…

Choices

You chose to believe in Destiny.

You chose to rely on Logic.

Birth and death

Eleven months old, swaddled tightly in her blanket
As I sit by the fireplace
The picture of innocence in my arms
He coos at her…

A Song of Violet

Soft tints caressing open petals,

Rockets & Moons

Thoughts flicker

Technicolor vignettes

Audrina

Old dusty ballet shoes,
Tapping the edge of the path, 
Dancing in old ruins, 
Remembering dusty songs.

ancient thirst

sometimes a drink is all that you ask for

Stop

I want off the merry go round

The established traditions, the regular routines — once a comfort — now exposed as mundane…

the sixth day

from the rags of my skin
comes my story
clawing my flesh & muscles
crushing my skull and bones
while my head burns as wildfire
and I…

Psychological Graffiti 001

How would I describe 
the loneliness of the run
sweat beads and short breaths

A Little Leary

Turn on

Tune in

Tone deaf