Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Within You

The too-honest words
escaping from my lips need
to find a safe-place. 

The Struggle

There are times when words
fit themselves together well.
This is such a night.
Too bad I can't write essays
or takes tests in this manner.

No Destination

The night found my dreams
wandering through its darkness. 
No expectations. 

A Poignant Presence

I walked away with
part of you keeping me warm. 
I wrapped my arms tight
around myself so I could
imagine you here with me. 

And To Each Other

This late in darkness,
time does not exist. Instead, 
we cling to the now. 

Thursday, April 24, 2014

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Like a Compass

My heart yearns to go
north, finding a place that is
indescribable.

Never a Last Word

My life is always
changing without a chance for
me to say goodbye. 

Suppressed Scents

The smell of nature
will never hold my feelings
captive to mem'ries. 

Safe Place

Some find solitude 
a sorrowful place to be,
but there she's secure.  

Who Am I?

Sometimes I forget
just how to really be me.
Time's slipping away.

Busy Bee

When our ambitions
take a lifetime to complete,
how can we compare?

Take Note from The Messenger

There comes a time when
even the script on the wall 
needs a place to hide. 

Pillows

If I close my eyes
I can pretend you're still here,
lying next to me. 

Monday, April 14, 2014

Friday, April 11, 2014

Thursday, April 10, 2014

Interpretation

If every answer
was found through one's horoscope,
we wouldn't know life. 

Monday, April 07, 2014

Sunday, April 06, 2014

We All Know 'X' Marks the Spot

The "'X' marks the spot"
is what the pirates always
say when they're desperate.
Why didn't those with treasure,
hide with a different letter?

Love and Cheers To You

Here's to the people,
those who I see everyday
and ask how I am.

The Importance of a Grape

Shriveled in the sun;
the lack of life is no good.
Yet its new born juice,
ripened to perfection, is
its greatest contribution.

Is It Real?

What happens when your
wishful thinking turns into
my reality? 

To Feel At Home

There's still that feeling
of being on the outside.
Like I don't belong.
I don't have roots anywhere,
so what do I have to do?

Relying On Memory

If I had a pen,
I would be writing haiku
all over my skin.

Live Like the Moon

To live like the moon,
is to live outside one's self.
Controlled while still free.

Seriously, Thank You.

Now, I don't know you,
but somehow you're reading this.
Thank you, and sweet dreams.

Answer: Eventually

When others need help,
I've always been there for them.
Will the tables turn?

Two Simple Truths

The moon is above,
the grass is simply below.
Is this all we know?

The Broom of Living

There was life here once.
Now everywhere you look, dust.
The breeze is a broom.