The Leaves of Autumn
The leaves are all changing. Autumn is in full reign.
Yellow leaves now decorate this tree before me,
But some remain green. Read More
Category: Poetry
Wanderers
Night after night, I look upon the stars, I count them as time flies by, waiting for sleep to arrive. Read More
In The Wrong Arms
The lamplight dimly spread to the corners of the room, where shadows hide and appear in our faces and cover our bodies. I only took quick glances at his face, I do not think I looked into his eyes, not knowing if they were blue, brown, or green. Read More
The Lost Spring
The Spring has arrived in a hush,leaving behind Winter but not given the usual fanfare and adore. Read More
I Don’t Know How
I’ll be the first to admit, That I don’t know how to love me. I always try to smother others in love, Give them all of me… Read More
Veteran’s Day
Most days are the same with slight variations — As they should be in a small sleepy suburb. Customers come and go in a hurry, all with their lives as I stay in the store working until Read More
The Changing Seasons
The leaves turn green to orange, yellow, red — and in the final fleeting moments as they wither they decay to brown until eventually dead. We lament the loss of beauty hither Read More
Saving Today For Tomorrow
Another coffee cup filled for another tired morning. Has all that will be been willed? In all black for I am already mourning, The loss of today and saving it for Tomorrow. Read More
Last Sunday – Losing Control
Life can be Sometimes boring to me Those moments are scary When the devil’s before me Read More
Love
Love, a common emotion that every human wants in some form—not always romantic, but sometimes just the feeling of support, warmth, and acceptance. Read More
Another Sober Day
So once again another passing of May. And once again, the passing of another day. A single step is needed to embark on an arduous journey. A single word is needed to start a novel. A single action to spark a revolution. Read More
Imperium
The shackles and chains softly rattle Constraints so quiet yet debilitatingly strong. My soul hums a silent and haunting song, A war cry defenseless and fortified, the internal battle. Read More