The sheer size
of life cradles us
to the point of defeat.
Are we the child that
asks endless questions
with sincere curiosity?
Or, are we the fish,
content in its universe
oblivious in a lake,
until new limits are set,
new perspective appearing
as real as the hook in its cheek?
If you really magnify
something deemed solid,
you soon discover that,
what seems to be,
are actually loose particles
held together by hope.
is connected to something,
and something reaches into infinity.
So, to suggest that this must end here
is the real absurdity.
These first days of October have definitely been grim,
no one can quite understand anything that’s happened.
I’m sure, like most, I don’t know all the right words to say,
but I know we need to show each other more kindness,
“Do you think they can see me?”
I ask myself.
Of course, they can.
They have two eyes and you’re right here.
Alive and breathing still.
Continue reading Disappearing.
When you left I looked for you
in all the faces I saw,
in every crowded street,
in all the places we had been.
Continue reading The Lesson
We walk on eggshells
Tiptoeing through bars
Pronouncing each and every vowel
Dotting our I’s and crossing those T’s
Otherwise someone might become accusatory
Continue reading Cracked Emotions
My mind is indefinable, like
the wind spoke about the sea.
Shadowed thoughts twitch to a smile,
laughing, as the knife goes in so deep.
Continue reading A Muddled Mind.
Sometimes we get scared of happiness because happiness is the unknown. We say we want it, we say we crave it, but we don’t do anything to achieve it or if we do, we sabotage ourselves on the last minute. Continue reading Happiness
black doesn’t crack
but black does crack
i saw blacks do crack
in the 80s
the sickness passed down
to their babies
Continue reading BLACK DOES CRACK
His are my favorite to ever look into, eyes so fierce they saw right through. He knew how to draw me in, he loved me all night. But once morning came, I was devoured by his bite. I long for the softness of the sheep I know is there, it’s just hidden far beneath the wolves course hair. I could plainly see, I wasn’t totally hopeless, I loved him even though I knew he was ferocious. Knowing at that time, I was just his prey, how could he help it, he was raised that way. Now I am just one of the pack, but I know each blue moon, to me he’ll come back.