Wednesday, August 12, 2015

I Miss the Waning Calm and Chaos

i miss the waning calm and chaos
of my desperately diligent mind;
predictable, understandable, isolated.

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Like a Racehorse at the Starting Gate

like a racehorse at the starting gate,
restless with anticipation,
i remind myself
how easy it is to run.

Friday, March 20, 2015

I Guess We All

i guess we all
forget the people who once loved us.

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

"Peace is purchased in the currency of loss."

lay down your weapon
and weep for all the compromise
you've hated to make.

"i'll be better. i'll be kind."
but it never works out that way.

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

She is a God

it takes more than mere mortals
to break my stride.
but she is a god

and this deity drops me
to my knees
like the wind tosses leaves
to the ground.